Kasia's phone was buzzing, and a familiar name appeared on the screen. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/3c8f6e/620x0/1/0/2025/03/13/vqycggmgmgjfpadlrqnqnqyuizcgivlnxukfo3oa.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (61,63,60,1)" > < p > anka.

< p > best friends < p > — Hey, I can come for a moment ? — asked kasia.

< p > — Sure, come in — Anka answered. & Amp; MDASH; Just wait, I still have to get over.

< p > — Okay, see you in an hour!

< p > His hung up, but & hellip;

< p > something was wrong.

< p > did not hear the connection end signal.

< p > looked at the screen.

< p > The connection continued.

< P >She intended to ignore it.

< p > she wanted to hang up, but then she heard her name.

< p > — Kasia ? Serio ? & AMP; MDASH; Anka's voice rang.

< p > — Well, — Someone else answered.

< p > her mother's voice.

< p > Kasia froze.

< p > why her mother talked to Anka ?

< p > — It's good that she called you because I don't have the strength — The mother said. & Amp; MDASH; He still wants something, he still moans that life is unfair.

< p > — Well, she has always been a bit naive & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Anka laughed.

< p > — Naive ? she is blind.

< p > Kasia felt her bump grow in her throat.

< p > — He doesn't even know that his father had a second family over the years.

< p > her heart stood still.

< P > CO ?

< p > did not breathe.

< p > did not move.

< p > just listened.

< p > — And the fact that he thinks that he will get something from his inheritance & Hellip; No c & oacute; Ż, I'm sorry, but everything already saved on someone else.

< p > — You really didn't tell her ? — Anka sounded amused.

< p > — Why ? Let him live in his world. If it comes to what, he will find out

< p > blood sailed from her face.

< p > Father had a second family ?

< p > all his life was a lie ?

< p > A her own mother & hellip;

< p > laughed at her back.

< p > She didn't remember how she put down the phone.

< p > did not remember how much time passed.

< p > only felt something in her.

< p > because sometimes the worst truth is not the one who hides from you.

< p > only the one you know by accident.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116