My advice

Aron POV

"Sara, what are you doing here?" I started searching for her in other areas of the hospital after failing to locate her near the restroom. Her presence near the mortuary room caught me off guard.

What's she doing with this doctor? I gave her a suspicious glance.

"I was simply inquiring about my mother's condition." Despite her best efforts to appear composed, her restless fingers reveal that she is quite anxious about something.

"Let's go; Mom will be waiting for us." She took hold of my hand and dragged me toward the hospital hallway.

"Are you attempting to hide something from me, Sara?" As I attempted to decipher her thoughts, I studied her face. I found her behavior very strange.

"No, why did you feel this?" She tried to deceive me again with her fake smile, but her eyes told me that she was hiding something from me.

"Mr. Finge, it's enjoyable to talk to you." A kind grin spread across her mother's face as she glanced at me.

"The same is true here, Aunty; I enjoy spending time with you." Her mother is an extremely kind person. Sara is very lucky that she has a kind and loving mom. I wish she was my mother rather than hers.

She gave me a detailed account of Sara's early years. How her father abandoned them. How her dad developed an alcohol addiction. What hardships did she face throughout her life? I learned a lot of new information about Sara from her mother.

However, she did not reveal any negative information about Sara's uncle Joe. She informed me that Mr. Joe had a wonderful heart and considered Sara to be his daughter.

Perhaps Sara withheld whatever Uncle Joe did from her. When I tried to find out where he was, her mother told me she had moved out of the city years ago and hadn't kept in touch with any of them. It is pointless to ask her mom about that book because she is unaware of her passion for writing. I couldn't wait to find out what Uncle Joe's and Sara's secret was. I met her mother to learn about her secret, but she was unaware of her daughter's childhood trauma.

However, after discovering more about Sara's challenging background, I became even more enamored with her. She is a resilient woman. If I were in her shoes, I would never have the courage to handle those circumstances so bravely. I looked at her with admiration in my eyes.

"Sara, please keep your anger in control and don't talk to him rudely again."

"All right, mom." When she heard her warning, she nodded her head.

I sensed her disorientation as she lacked caution and slammed into the stretcher.

"What happened? Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am fine." She looked at me with strange eyes.

What's she looking for in my eyes?

As she touched something filthy with her hand, she slipped her other hand away from my grasp and rubbed it against her palm.

Why was she acting so weird around me?

During the entire drive back home, she remained silent.

What's causing her to keep silent? She lost herself in her thoughts as she stared out the window.

"Now that I know how courageously you faced your father, Sara, I am impressed." I tried to end the uncomfortable silence between us because it was choking me. She remained lost in her thoughts and gave me no response.

What's wrong with her?

"Do you want some ice cream, Sara?" In front of the ice cream shop, I pulled over.

She can't resist ice cream; I know that.

"I don't want it, Aaron." I've come to understand that a significant problem is causing her distress.

"What is bothering her, though?" Her silence seems like a blade strobing into my chest. Her stillness was becoming unbearable to me.

"Sara, is it about Uncle Joe?"

"No." She cast her gaze across her lap.

"So what's the problem?" I'm not sure why, but the worried expression on her face made me feel very vulnerable.

"Aron, what should we do if we learn a harmful secret about someone?" Her gaze came to me once more, searching for the solution.

"That depends on the circumstances. On occasion, reality differs from what we perceive. Knowing only half the story, we are unable to assess someone fairly." I responded by assuming that she had discovered my dark secrets.

"So, how did we find out what the real story was?"

Why is she not averting her gaze from me?

"Simply question them." Having never had a conversation with someone to this extent, I am at a loss as to how to help her with her problem. Unlike her, I am not an expert at giving advice. I'm having trouble putting into words exactly what I'm attempting to persuade her of.

"But what should we do if they refuse to share their secret with us?" She raised her brow at me.

Oh no. I believe she overheard me talking to her mother. That's why she taunts me for asking her mom about Uncle Joe.

"I believe that we must utilize all available sources to uncover the complete story that lies beneath the surface. Inferences and problem-solving are impossible without the whole truth."

"That means that before drawing any conclusions, I must ascertain the whole truth."

"Which truth are you talking about?" I gave her a confused look.

"Thank you, Aorn; you solved my problem." She gave me a joyful hug.

What's wrong with her? She can exhibit distress one moment and then burst into excitement the next. I'm not sure what solution I offered her that made her jump with joy. I was merely attempting to explain so that she would not become upset with me for interrogating her mother about Uncle Joe.

"Please take a U-turn; I want to eat ice cream now."

I am at a loss as to how this woman's emotions can fluctuate so dramatically; she is completely insane.