I don’t like this one bit. I know I let my feelings get to me when Uncle Charles and my mom were talking about this meeting, which can’t be moved, but I couldn’t help it.  Things are not going my way.  Plus, I have been avoiding Shane’s calls and messages, which are wearing on me. I stand at the foot of the hospital bed and glance down at my father.  The weight of the world presses hard against my shoulders. I thought it is supposed to be easier for the hidden heir, but this doesn’t feel easier. The steady beeping of the machines and monitors surrounding my father drill into my mind the reality of everything.  No matter how I want it to all go away, I can’t deny the reality of the situation. Buzz.Still standing like a statue, I don’t even look at my phone.  I know already who it is, and I don’t want to talk to him right now.  His pres

I pace back and forth at the foot of the hospital bed.  I haven’t left the room since the doctors wheeled my father away earlier.  Fortunately, he is back now, but with a fresh set of stitches and more bandages under his shirt.  In addition, the doctor thinks he has got the King stable again.  I shoot a glare across the room at Brandon, who is sitting on the couch, and I shake my head.  I still can’t believe he told Katherine about my hidden identity.  She is my prime suspect for this attack.  Plus, she hates me so much that she actually tried to frame me for deleting my brother’s schedule off the network.  Brandon doesn’t back down, though.  He shakes his head back at me while he lightly pats Katherine’s leg beside him.  I have to admit that Katherine’s normal hatred has disappeared.  Instead of sneers and glares, she keeps looking at me with confusion and even maybe a little awe.  I’m not r

I look down on at my phone as I end another phone call to my girlfriend, which once again goes unanswered again.  Why won’t she pick up her phone or reply to my messages?  I still don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. With my phone still in my hand, I let my hand drop to my side as I look out across the city landscape.  The air lightly blowing past me, ruffling my hair as storm clouds dot the horizon. I have another story to write, but I can’t get my mind to think straight.  For the first time since taking my job at The Glassbrook Times, I have asked for someone else to take the story and for a few days off.  The building storm in the distance is almost a perfect metaphor for my life right now.  I’m standing off in the distance watching the clouds build and expand, while I’m helpless to do anything or to protect anyone in the path.  I take a deep breath as my mind continues to wonder what could be happening

With a smile on my face, I watch Deloris turn and follow behind the royal family. My worries have melted away as soon as I see her smile. With my focus still on my girlfriend, my mother leans towards me and nudges my arm.  “Are you going to talk to her as soon as the plane leaves?  All this nonsense between you two has to stop.”I nod.  “Yes.  I’m going to talk to her and promise to never let anything like this happen again.”My mother stands back upright and chimes, “Good.”Not too far from us, the Queen glances over her shoulder with a faint smile on her lips.  “I’m also glad to hear that.  Otherwise, I was going to have to knock some sense into that girl.”However, I don’t acknowledge the Queen.  Instead, I walk towards the hanger as Deloris runs across the pavement towards the plane.  With her arm waving wildly in the air

I march into Dee’s office with Page, Max and Trevor following close behind.  As I storm around the desk, Trevor quietly shuts the door.  When I hear the door click shut, I let all of my emotions go.  “WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT?  HOW DID A BOMB GET PLACED WITH ALL THE OTHER BOXES AND BAGS FOR THE TRIP?”I push Dee’s chair out of the way and lean forward with my hands resting on top of her desk. I stare at each person one by one, however, none of them reply, until my eyes stop on Trevor.  He gulps and pushes his glasses up his nose before he glances sideways at the other two. He reluctantly turns his attention back to me and gulps again, while I’m shooting daggers at him with my eyes.  He tentatively says, “I haven’t had a chance to review all the video.  The team is still working on that.  So, we haven’t come to the point where the extra case makes its way into th