The weeks following Ethan's confession were filled with awkwardness and tensed energy and it was mostly because of me. It was funny because I was the one who had rejected Ethan but again, I was also the one who was being so weird about it. Ethan was acting indifferent, but I could tell my actions were hurting him but I just couldn't help myself. I hadn't spoken to him in the last two weeks, although he's been trying nonstop to make me talk but I refused to budge. I always woke up extra early and prepared breakfast and I would finish my breakfast before he came to the dining table. And whenever it was time to go for his physiotherapy, I would just help him into the car and no matter how hard he tried to converse with me as we drove to the physiotherapist clinic, I just wouldn't respond to any of his conversational attempts. I didn't understand why I was being like this too but I narrowed it down to a defense mechanism on my part, because Ethan had been my torturer for the longest ti

The words that left my Dad's mouth a few minutes ago were still ringing in my ears. I still couldn't make any sense out of what he had said, I couldn't believe it either. Was that possible? I remembered Mum was in an accident, so how could I have killed her? "It was your fault, you took her away from me. And as if taking her away was enough, you still had the same face like hers and you've been torturing me with that face for as long as I can remember. So I do hate you, Kate, it's what you deserve." He spat at me, a cold and unemotional look filled his face as he spoke. Was I having a nightmare? What was going on? None of what was unfolding in my eyes right now made sense. I had a lot of questions and I hoped to at least get some answers. "Dad? What are you talking about? Mum died in an accident. You told me, the whole world saw it, it was a hit and run." I explained to him in case it was foggy. Could old age be distorting his memories? I wished there was some sort of reasonable ex

The truck continued to head towards me and from the looks of it, it wasn't stopping anytime soon but what was strange was the fact that I did not attempt whatsoever to try and avoid the truck. My feet remained frozen in the ground, it was almost like I wanted it to hit me, but why? Why was I suddenly having that urge? After what my grandparents had just revealed to me inside the restaurant, it felt like I had nothing to live for again. I was yet to confirm their accusation but I couldn't help but feel like it was true, what was I going to do? Would I be able to forgive Dad if what they were saying was indeed true? I just wanted a break, I was tired. Just when things had begun to look up and get better between Ethan and me, this got thrown in my way all of a sudden. It felt like my world was crumbling right in my very presence. I couldn't think of anything else as I stared at my grandparents and Ethan, the only thing my mind kept saying was "Run! Don't stop! Run Kate, Run!" and th

"So what you're both saying now is that Mum signed ownership of the company to me before she died?" I asked them again to make sure I was hearing them properly. "Yes, she did baby," Grandma confirmed to me again. "How come I'm just hearing about this? After all these years?" I asked them, still not believing all they were saying. How was this making any sense to them? So what? I was the sole owner of Miller Industries. What am I supposed to do with such information? Were they expecting me to go into a legal battle with Dad over the ownership? That's crazy."You were still a minor back then, remember you were twelve, so you wouldn't have been granted ownership back then too, but your mother clearly stated you take over the moment you clock twenty-three, which was four years ago." Grandpa Max stated. "This is crazy! I can't believe I have to deal with this right now!" I said under my breath, running my hands through my hair as well. "Relax Kate," Ethan said to me before turning to

I found out something crucial as soon as we dropped the call with dad, something was missing. "You said mum had signed the company over to me before she died right?" I asked my grandparents who were patiently sat in the chairs in the living room. "Yes, she had signed them over to you just around the time of her death, I think it was two weeks before she died." Grandma Nora answered me. "Where are they? I noticed they weren't in the documents you brought?" I pointed out to them. "Yes dear, you're right. They're not in the documents we brought and the reason for that is because we suspect your father might have gotten a hold of the documents before we did. We looked and searched everywhere for it after your mother's demise but we were never able to find it." She explained further to me. "So dad must have them then?" I reasoned out. "If he has the original documents to prove your ownership, then that puts us at a disadvantage." Ethan stated out, a look of sheer panic across his fac