He knew a secret about her that she didn’t even know herself. It was a deep, dark secret for many years, buried beneath layers of pain and fear. He had stumbled upon it by accident; at first, he wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge.
He debated telling her but knew it would be difficult and emotional. He wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the truth, and he didn’t want to cause her any more pain.
So he kept the secret to himself, carrying it around like a heavy burden. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow betraying her by not telling her the truth, but he also couldn’t bear the thought of causing her any more pain.
As the days passed, he became more and more torn. He knew he couldn’t keep the secret forever, and eventually, he would have to come clean. But he was scared of what would happen when he did.