Hello everyone.
Unfortunately, my father passed away last Friday, and because of that, I took a short break. As you can imagine, it's a difficult time for me, especially after seven years of being his caregiver and also because my mother has been dead since I was a child. However, I feel like I was able to say goodbye to him these past few days, and it comforts me to know that he's in a better place, free from suffering.
I've thought deeply these past few days about whether I should take a break, but ultimately, I've come to the conclusion that it won't do me any good to just dwell on this grief for the foreseeable future. Nothing brings me more happiness than continuing to bring the stories in my mind to life, so that's what I'll continue to do to get through this moment.
I'm writing this message just to let you know that I'm deeply grateful for all the support and kind words you've sent me <3 It meant a lot and you can be sure that knowing we still have many stories ahead of us makes me want to move forward, just like I know my father would have wanted.
Thanks again for being here, and from now on, I hope we can only have good news and continue with this story, as well as all the others I have planned for the future. ^^
Love you all! Stay well!
“Connor!” Even though my hands were shaking, my first impulse was to reach out and grab Connor’s arm as tightly as I could, thankfully preventing him from moving away from me the moment his feet moved “Wait!”“If… If that’s true…!” His teeth ground together and his eyes were only focused on his brother’s letter “If that old bastard had the nerve to spend all these years mourning my dead mother like a victim while he was having an affair, I’ll kill him…”“Just… Just try to take a deep breath.” I pleaded “You can’t do anything rash…”“How can you say something like that?!” he growled, finally turning his eyes to me “Didn’t you read what Alexander wrote?! He found out about what Michael did and he might not even live long enough to tell me in person! And that son of a bitch was sneaky enough to read those letters and hide it from me! I should kick him out of the house I put him in right now and…”“Wait, please…” On impulse, I grabbed his face, bringing him closer to me before I realized
I was exhausted, as if I'd lived an entire week in just that one day. But then again, feeling completely drained had become a normal thing since I'd come to live with the Mycrofts.Theo had made an extra effort that night to stay awake. He seemed to have finally convinced himself that his grandfather wouldn't have thrown me out into the street when he woke up again, but that didn't stop Theo from holding me close while I read him a bedtime story. It was almost as if he thought he needed to guard me. Which would have been adorable, if Mae hadn't created a little monster when she suggested the only way I could stay in that house would be to marry his father.Well, remarrying, but Theodore didn't need to know that part.He'd spent the whole day twisting every subject to try to probe what I liked and disliked about his father. I even tried to have a serious talk with him about it, but I don't think Theo had grasped much beyond the fact that I didn't want to marry Connor… Yet. And, knowin
“Theo!” I exclaimed, as I practically slammed the door to his room open.Even though Charlie told me he was fine, my worry still convinced me I'd encounter only the worst-case scenarios. I imagined him lying in bed having a seizure, feeling unwell, or even needing to go to the hospital immediately. But what I found was… Well, a mess.He'd certainly played a lot all morning, just as Mae's photos had shown, because several of his toys were scattered across the bedroom floor, especially the ones he'd won on the treasure hunt. However, Theo wasn't having as much fun or smiling as he should have.Instead, he was in the corner of the room, curled up in Mae's lap, his face red and his sobs silent as if he had cried so much he wasn't even able to make noises anymore.“What’s wrong?” I ran to them, my heart clenching as I ran my eyes over his body, trying to find any injury or sign of what could be wrong “What happened, sweetheart…?”“Eden?” He looked up quickly at me, looking shocked for a mo
The ride back to the Mycroft Manor was extremely silent.Not that Connor and I had talked much since I moved in with him, but a part of me was still hopeful that I'd catch at least a hint of what was going on. I knew him well enough to recognize the signs: he was compulsively tapping his fingers against his knee, and his jaw was clenched as he stared out the window, avoiding my gaze at all costs. Maybe because he knew that if I could just catch a glimpse of his gaze, I'd have at least a clue what was going on.I probably shouldn't be thinking so much about Alexander's letters, but I guess I've never been good at controlling my mind. Plus, there was a nagging doubt that had crept into my thoughts and refused to go away. Which was terrible because, as much as Alexander was the brother I never had, he was dead now. And I was no longer his sister-in-law. Nothing good would come of getting too involved in the Mycrofts' problems again. Michael and Connor would probably just find another r
I'd fled like a mouse from a cat's claws, but I didn't care. It was probably a bit of an exaggeration, but still, the relief of being away from George made up for it all. I don't know if it was his fake way of acting like he was truly on my side, when I knew he'd do anything for Michael. Or if it was the imaginary enmity I'd created for him because I knew everything he'd done to Stefana, but…Something about him just made me uncomfortable.With a sigh of relief, I finally spotted the door to my old office, practically throwing myself toward the handle, even though I knew none of the Ellisons would probably make the effort to follow me to the other side of the hospital…“I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” A murmur stopped me the second I cracked the door open. Confused, I peeked t
“You fucking idiot!” Michael started yelling before I even had time to feel relieved “How much longer are you going to allow her to be near my grandson?!” He slammed his hands against the table, standing up as he glared at Connor “If you’re being stupid enough to let yourself be fooled by her again, then I’ll take responsibility and be the one to kick her out…!”“Your grandson?” Connor laughed, but there was no humor in his tone “Are you talking about the child you were making study to exhaustion? With a teacher who abused him? You never think about anyone’s well-being but your own, Michael.”“How dare you?!” his father growled “I would never have put Theodore in the hands of that bitch if I had known she was treating him like that! And don’t you dare act like I’m torturing my grandson by teaching him to be a real man! He deserves the same upbringing I gave my own children…”"Oh, right. And look at what an incredible life Alex and I have had." Connor snorted, his anger beginning to sh