Tell him the TRUTH!

I was out on the front balcony of the house when a man stepped off of the sidewalk and approached. "Mrs. Wagner, I'm Mr. Morton, the literature teacher from Avalon High School. I think we need to talk."

"Oh, Mr. Morton, of course I remember you. But... are you allowed to be here, considering Marco lives here?" I asked.

"The restraining order is on him, ma'am, on me. But I didn't come here to talk about Marco. I came here to talk about Will."

"Will?" I was shocked, no one, and I mean no one, had ever had a problem with Will.

"Yes, Mrs. Wagner. Will, your son," he said.

"Yes, I Know who you are talking about Mr. Morton. What is the issue."

"No, no, Mrs Wagner. Will, YOUR son. Your biological son." He said.

I need to sit. I need to sit down. How did he find out? My mind ran a mile a minute. No one was supposed to know. How?! When?!

"I don't know what your talking about," my faked calm not convincing him.

"Yes, you do. I have known for some time, that Will is, in fact, your son with Arthur Wagner and not Marco's father. They are half brothers."

Each comment hit me like bullets.

"Mrs. Wagner," he said. "You need to tell him. You need to tell Will the truth."

"Why?!" Tears ran down my face as I sniffled. "Why does he need to know?!"

"His life, and the lives of many others, depends on it. The truth must be know, Mrs. Wagner." He said.