LOGINRIVERJulia leads us to a dining room. It has a long table in the middle with chairs tucked underneath it. The room was a reminder of how far apart I was from Taylor. When we were alone, it didn't feel that huge at all. “He will join us soon,” Julia announced, settling into the chair and urging us to eat the meal prepared by their private three-star Michelin chef. “I do hope everything is to your liking,” she said with a smile that settled in my chest with uneasiness. I glanced at Taylor, seated beside me. His hand clenched on his thigh as he stared straight on without looking down at the plate in front of him. I placed my hand on his and squeezed gently. He looked at me, and his mouth opened, but the door opened, and his father stepped in. He walked into the room and sat at the head of the table with Julia on his right and Taylor on his left. “You finally made it,” he announced, like he was talking about the weather. "I never knew Senator DeLuca could resort to such petty trick
TAYLOR“Take care of my daughter.” Jared's grip on my hand is almost too firm. He stared directly at me, his eyes narrowing. “I will,” I nodded once as I tried to endure the tightening grip. “I can take care of myself.” River comes beside us, her hand on my shoulder as she taps her father to let go. I wiggled my hand free from his grip. “You know you both don’t have to go, right?” Jared said once again. He had spent the entire morning trying to convince us of why we needed to stay a few more days, while my mom was already sitting on the edge of her seat, ready to welcome us. “We know, and we really wish we could stay, but…” “…you promised Taylor’s mom already.” He nodded once, letting out a loud sigh. “I know, and I understand.” “Okay, good.” River went in for a hug. “Talk to you later?” She asked as she pulled away. “Sure thing, kiddo.” Soon, we were already driving out of town. She was sitting quietly in the driver’s seat while staring at the trees and buildings as we passe
RIVERTwo weeks had passed by in a flash. My dad had been more proud of Taylor than I would have thought. Taking him to places and smugly introducing him to his friends. “You’ve had him all this time,” he would say when I brought it up. I couldn't win against him, so I just let it go. I was happy that they both seemed to be getting along better than I anticipated, and that was all that mattered.“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” I looked up and opened my mouth, but my father was staring at Taylor and not at me. I pushed the forkful of cabbage into my mouth and shook my head. They had both been acting like father and son who had been reunited after years of being apart. “I am sorry, Dad,” I said when Taylor hesitated. “We promised we’d spend the other half of the break with his mom.” “I know, but…” “We would be back, Jared.” Taylor cut him off, and I watched the smile on my father’s face grow. “We promise.” I didn't want to ruin their delusions, so I nodded along. After do
TAYLOR“You know you can see your mother’s works later,” Jared said. I was still hidden under the blanket, the sound of their voice drifting above me. “Mom’s work?” She asked in a whisper, to which Jared hummed in response. “I didn’t know that Mom had any work.” “She wanted to be an artist but had to switch.” he paused, and I tried to stop myself from gasping too loudly. “She always said she was choosing this path because she wanted to give her children the best life.” It was obvious that River’s mom had picked the safe option, and now River had been thrown into it because she believed her mom would have been glad with her decision. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” River whispered, her feet shuffling lightly. “I just wanted to steer you on the right path, and I can see how wrong I was.” Jared’s voice carried a hint of sadness. “I understand,” River said. “You wanted what was best for me, and I am grateful, but now is the time for me to choose my own path,” she added. The room fel
RIVER“So tell me what your plan for my daughter’s happiness is.”I froze at the question from my father. Of all the questions I had expected from him, this was definitely not on the list. “Mr Wilson, I am not in charge of your daughter's happiness.” Taylor. My father shot me a look that looked very much like ‘I told you so’. I ignored the feeling, knowing that those words definitely meant more than he was saying. “She is in charge of her happiness, and I am just here to support her as much as I can,” he added. He was right. I had been making choices on my own these days, and it made me feel good about them all. “She has changed me in many ways, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't rubbed off on her as well,” he continued. His back was now straightened, and he didn't look as terrified as I had imagined in my head. He was doing much better than I, who was reading into every single line, trying to reconcile it in my head to make sure it didn't sound out of place to any of us. “I j
RIVERTaykor had spent the entire morning making sure that the car was in fit shape to drive across states. I would have loved a flight, hoping we'd get there in one hour, but he seemed so excited about driving. “I think we would be able to bond more,” he said, and I agreed. It was time for me to make my own choices, and a road trip was relatively cheaper, meaning I had money to spare. “How many more times are you going to check the oil?” I stuck my head out of the window to try to look at him. We had loaded the car and had almost moved, but he didn't; he got down instead with a murmur of having to make sure the engine had water and oil. “I just have to be sure,” he called back at me. Eyes squinted, trying to fight off the high afternoon sun. “I don’t want anything to happen.” “You know if you aren’t sure of…” I stopped when he slammed the bonnet shut and slid back into the driver’s seat. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life as I am of this at this moment,” he sighe







