Everything Has Changed
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All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed
In which a simple exch...
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"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 weird," Journey admitted, her voice distant. It had been three days since she'd pieced it all together—Shawn was her father. Since that revelation, her thoughts had been a chaotic spiral, leaving her quieter than usual. She hadn't told her mother yet and had been ignoring Shawn's calls unless they were strictly work-related.
She needed time. Time to process how strange it was to have unknowingly spent so much of her life around her father. But more than that, she needed someone to confide in. So, she called Josh.
On a sunny Friday afternoon, he showed up without hesitation. Now, the two of them sat cross-legged on her bed, sunlight streaming through the beaded curtain above her window, casting colorful shadows on the walls.
"Do you feel relieved to know?" Josh asked, his gaze fixed on the swaying beads above them.
Journey took a deep breath before answering. "I think I am," she said honestly. "I mean, I never pushed to find out who my dad was because I felt like I already knew enough about him. But now..." She paused, biting her lip. "It's just odd. Shawn once told me my eyes reminded him of his ex, and that ex turns out to be..."
"Your mom," Josh finished softly.
Journey nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. And now I have to figure out how to tell her that I know."
Josh reached over, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't stress yourself out over it," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.
She let out a frustrated sigh, running her free hand through her hair. "It's just... I don't even know how to start that conversation. What do I even say?"
"Look," Josh said, leaning in a little closer. "You're like Ferris Bueller—things have a way of working out for you."
Journey couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Ferris Bueller?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "You've got this, Journey. I know it's scary, but it's going to be okay. You'll figure it out like you always do."
For the first time in days, she felt a flicker of ease. Josh's words weren't magical, but his presence was steady, and grounding. And right now, that was enough.
