Confession 1: I found photos of my dad with…..

I’m still shaking as I write this. Last week, I found something—a secret so devastating it’s tearing me apart. In our garage, hidden in a dusty metal box, were letters and photos… proof my dad’s been lying to us. To Mom. To me. “It’s a shame we can’t be together,” she wrote. Recent photos. Recent dates. My heart stopped, and now I’m trapped—guilty, angry, scared. Do I tell Mom and risk destroying her? Or bury this secret and let it destroy me? What would you do?