My Sister Betrayed Me Twice to Help Our Evil Father – Story of the Day

Cheryl was surprised to see me there, as you can guess by now. “Emma? What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Just trying to check up on my nephew,” I responded.

For a fleeting moment, I could see it in her eyes that she was trying to avoid the topic.

“Oh, a friend of mine is babysitting Anthony now,” she responded. “Do you want to come in? We haven’t seen you in years,” she added.

I was still hesitant at the time—just one step, and I could step inside the house and perhaps deal with all that trauma sown within me years ago. It was so close, that feeling of being able to make things right at last.

But I wasn’t ready. I told them I was a bit under the weather and got back into my car and drove to a nearby motel.

The next day I bumped into John again at a local diner. God certainly works in mysterious ways.

But it was a bit different this time—when he saw me at the diner he simply turned around without saying a single word.

That was strange, I thought to myself. Considering we were on good terms the whole time, there was something odd about it. I decided to walk towards him and asked him what’s up.

“Hey man, sup? Is everything alright?” I asked him when he sat down at his table.

He tried to avoid having eye contact with me, but I just stood there, utterly bewildered by his reaction.

“Hey, I know it’s none of my business, but I think you might need some help,” he said.

Now this just got way more confusing.