Resurfaced Memory
Jake caught a brief flicker of recognition in his mother’s eyes, confirming his suspicions. For a moment, her expression softened, as though a memory had resurfaced. “Mom, do you know something about this?” Jake pressed, trying to make eye contact. She quickly looked away, her face reverting to a neutral mask. “It’s probably just a coincidence,” she said dismissively, but Jake wasn’t convinced. That fleeting look told him there was more to the story.
Resurfaced Memory
Brushed-off inquiries
Jake’s mother quickly dismissed his questions about the baby picture. “It’s just an old photo, Jake. Don’t read too much into it,” she said, her tone firm yet evasive. Jake noticed her discomfort, her eyes avoiding his, while his father remained silent, staring at the floor. Frustrated and unconvinced, Jake knew there was more to uncover. He decided not to push them further that night but knew he needed to come up with another plan.
Brushed Off Inquiries
