Three Big Secrets - S01 E08

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Three Big Secrets - S01 E08

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Episode 8: Three Big Secrets

Mark Harrison stood in the middle of the bedroom that he had shared with his wife for ten long years. The room was quiet, but his mind was very noisy. He reached down and grabbed the small metal tab of his suitcase zipper. He pulled it slowly. The sound of the zipper moving was the loudest noise Mark had ever heard in his entire life. It was a sharp and cold sound. It went zzzzip across the fabric. To Mark, it did not just sound like a bag closing. It sounded like the finality of a gavel in a courtroom. A gavel is the wooden hammer a judge hits on the table when a case is finished. That sound meant that the trial of his marriage was over. It meant that the life he knew was gone forever.

Mark began to pack his things. He moved like a robot, his hands doing the work while his heart felt like it was made of stone. He folded his shirts and placed them inside the bag. He took his favorite blue sweater and his jeans. He also grabbed his silver watch. This watch was special to him, but now it only reminded him of how much time he had wasted on a lie. He reached for his books on the nightstand. These were stories of adventure and truth, things that he no longer had in his real life. He packed them away because he did not want to leave anything behind that truly belonged to him.

However, there was one thing Mark would not touch. He looked at the family photos sitting on the dresser. There was a photo of him and Linda on their wedding day. They looked so young and so happy. There was another photo of the five of them at the beach. Leo was holding a seashell, Sarah was laughing at a crab, and little Mia was covered in sand. These photos used to be his favorite things in the world. He used to look at them and feel so much love. But now, he could not bear to look at them. He could not look at the happy faces in the frames. He knew now that those smiles were built on a giant lie. The photos felt like they were burning his eyes. He left them right where they were. He left them for Linda to look at, so she could see the family she had broken.

Linda was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Her eyes were red and her face was wet with tears. She looked like she was falling apart. She watched Mark pack his bag, her hands shaking at her sides. She did not want him to go. She was desperate to stop him.

Please, Mark, she cried out. Her voice was thin and broken. Please, I am begging you to stay! I did it for us! I did it because I love you so much!

Mark heard her words, but they did not move him. Her words felt like hollow echoes in a very deep canyon. When you shout into a canyon, your voice bounces off the rocks and comes back to you, but it is empty. That is how Linda’s voice felt to Mark. It was empty. It was just noise. How could she say she did it for love? How can you love someone and lie to them every single day for ten years? How can you love someone and let them raise children that are not theirs without telling them the truth? Mark did not answer her. He did not even look at her. He just zipped the suitcase the rest of the way and pulled it off the bed.

He walked toward the doorway. Linda did not move at first, but then she stepped aside as he came closer. Mark walked past her, his shoulder almost touching hers, but he felt like she was a thousand miles away. He started to walk down the stairs. These were the same stairs he had walked down thousands of times before. He had walked down these stairs to make breakfast for the kids. He had run down these stairs to greet Linda after work. But now, his heavy boots were thumping on the wood in a different way. Each thump sounded like a drum beat in a sad song. Thump. Thump. Thump. He reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in the hallway.

The house felt cold. It felt like the heaters had been turned off, even though it was not winter. Mark reached the front door and looked through the glass. Outside, the world was dark and grey. It was raining again. The rain was not a light, happy rain. It was a heavy rain that felt like the sky was mourning. Mourning is what people do when they are very sad because someone has died. Mark felt like his life had died, and the sky was crying for him.

He felt a very strange sense of freedom as he stood there with his suitcase. For a second, he felt light. He did not have to pretend anymore. He did not have to wonder why the kids did not look like him. He knew the truth now. But this freedom was not a happy feeling. it was a cold and lonely kind of freedom. It was the freedom of a man who has lost everything and has nowhere to go.

Before he opened the door, Mark stopped. He thought about the life he was leaving behind. He thought about the small things. He thought about the morning pancakes he used to make on Saturdays. He remembered how Sarah liked extra syrup and how Leo wanted his pancakes shaped like dinosaurs. He thought about the bedtime stories he read every night. He remembered the smell of the children’s hair and the way they would hug him before they went to sleep. He thought about the scraped knees he had fixed with colorful bandages and the tears he had wiped away.

Was he really ready to walk away from all of that? Even if the children did not have his blood, he had been their father for ten years. He was the only daddy they knew. But then he remembered David. He remembered the man on the porch. He remembered the secret letters and the lies in the diary. The pain came back, sharper than ever. He realized he could not stay in a house where he was just a ghost in someone else’s story. He could not stay with a woman who had used him to build a fake life.

Mark turned the handle of the front door and stepped out onto the porch. The rain soaked his shirt instantly. It was cold and wet, but he did not care. He walked down the porch steps, his suitcase feeling heavier with every step. The rain was falling so hard that it was difficult to see his car in the driveway. He felt like he was walking into a big, grey cloud.

He reached his car and stood there for a moment. He looked back at the house. The lights were on in the windows, making the house look warm and safe. But he knew it was not safe. It was a place of secrets and poison. He reached for the handle of his car door. He was ready to pull it open. He was ready to get inside, turn on the engine, and drive away. He did not know where he was going. He just knew he was going into the unknown. He wanted to drive until he could not see this house anymore. He wanted to drive until the name Linda Harrison didn't mean anything to him.

But then, something happened.

The wind was blowing, and the rain was splashing against the ground. But through the noise of the storm, Mark heard something else. It was a very small sound. It was a tiny, muffled sob. A sob is the sound someone makes when they are trying to cry quietly.

Mark froze. His hand was still on the car door handle. He held his breath and listened very carefully. The sound came again. It was coming from the bushes near the edge of the driveway. These were the big, green bushes where the children used to play hide and seek.

Mark turned his head slowly. He looked at the dark leaves of the bushes. They were shaking in the wind and the rain. But they were also moving in a way that the wind does not move things. There was someone in there. Someone was hiding in the bushes, crying in the rain.

Mark felt a sudden chill that had nothing to do with the cold water on his shirt. He let go of the car door. He took a step toward the bushes. His heart began to beat very fast. He forgot about his suitcase. He forgot about his anger. He only thought about that small, sad sound.

Who was in there? Was it one of the children? Had they followed him out into the storm? Or was it something else? Mark stood in the rain, staring at the shaking leaves, waiting to see what secret was about to come out of the dark.

What do you think is happening?

Who is hiding in the bushes in the middle of a rainstorm?

Do you think one of the children saw Mark leaving and tried to follow him?

If it is one of the kids, should Mark still leave, or should he go back inside?

Does Linda know that someone is outside in the bushes?

How would you feel if you were Mark and you heard a child crying while you were trying to run away?

Could it be David hiding in the bushes, or is it definitely one of the children?

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