All Chapters of Seeking Deeper Fantasy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room was silent except for the steady rhythm of the heart monitor. Kisha lay motionless, staring at the white ceiling. Brenda’s visit had left a bitter taste in her mouth. Every word she had spoken replayed in her mind like an endless recording.“Corey and I went out for lunch…”“His mother treats me like a daughter-in-law…”“He needs stability.”Kisha let out a dry laugh. So this is what my life has become.A knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.”The door creaked open slowly. Mama Uyioku stepped inside with the help of her walking stick, refusing the nurse’s assistance.“My sweet girl.” Kisha immediately sat upright. Mama, you shouldn’t be walking around. “And who are you to scold an old woman?” Mama teased with a faint smile.Despite everything weighing on her heart, Kisha couldn’t help smiling. “You never listen.”“I learned from you.” They laughed softly. For a brief moment, the world outside disappeared. Mama reached for Kisha’s hand.“I saw Brenda.”Kisha’s smile vanishe

The silence inside the hospital room was unbearable. Kisha sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her fingers tightening around the white blanket.She could still hear Brenda’s voice. “Corey will probably be waiting for me.” The words echoed in her mind like a cruel melody. She laughed bitterly.“So this is what heartbreak feels like.” She wasn’t angry, not anymore instead she was exhausted. Her heart had simply grown too tired to fight.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.“Come in.” The door opened slowly. It was the nurse. “Miss Prime, the doctor has discharged you. You’re free to leave whenever you’re ready.” Kisha nodded while whispering, “Thank you.”The nurse hesitated for a second, there is… one more thing. She handed over a small cream-colored envelope. It was delivered about twenty minutes ago, but it doesn't have a sender’s name.Kisha nodded as she received the envelope. “For me?”“Yes.” The nurse smiled politely before leaving.The room became silent once again. Kisha s

Corey’s footsteps echoed across the wet concrete as he entered the abandoned mill. Every instinct screamed that something wasn’t right, the building was too quiet, too still. It reminded him of a predator waiting patiently for its prey.“Mr. Lawson.” Shawn lowered his voice, "I've searched the perimeter and there’s clearly no sign of movement.”Corey frowned.That doesn’t mean we’re alone. His eyes swept across the vast warehouse, broken machines, rotting timber, dust dancing beneath narrow beams of light. Everything looked frozen in time, except, one light glowed upstairs.“Kisha.” He whispered her name before climbing the old staircase. Upstairs, Kisha refused to look away from Robert Prime. You’ve lied to me my entire life, I find it so hard to believe whatever crap you’re saying.Robert smiled faintly. No, my mistake was that I simply allowed others to tell you their version.“You manipulated me.” Kisha was angry, she was bent on telling him how miserable of a father he is. You use

The metallic clang echoed once more. This time, louder and longer like someone or something was disturbing the silence buried beneath the old mill. Nobody moved. Corey instinctively stepped in front of Kisha, his body blocked her view of the dark opening beneath the workshop floor. “Stay behind me.” Kisha wanted to protest but instead she nodded for reasons she couldn’t explain. She feels safer whenever Corey is close. Even after everything, even after years of pain and suffering.Robert’s grip tightens around his walking stick as his knuckles turn white. “No…” he murmured again. This place should have remained sealed. Shawn narrowed his eyes, you’ve been here before? Robert didn’t answer, his silence made it known.The workshop smelled of cedar and dust. Time itself seemed trapped within its walls. Every tool remained exactly where Morgan had left it. A half-finished rocking chair stood beside the workbench, its smooth edges showed the care of a craftsman whose work had been interr

The drive back to Stark City was painfully silent.Rain poured relentlessly against the windshield, washing away the dusty roads leading from Morgan’s abandoned workshop.Inside the black Range Rover, nobody utters a word. Corey sat in the passenger seat while Shawn drove steadily through the storm. Kisha occupied the back seat, her forehead resting lightly against the cold window. She watched the raindrops race each other down the glass. Her thoughts were louder than the thunder outside. Every word from Morgan’s letter echoed inside her head.“You spend your life apologizing for mistakes that were never yours.”A bitter smile crossed her lips, how ironic.Her entire existence revolved around apologizing for being Robert Prime’s daughter, for loving Corey, for leaving Stark City, for surviving when everyone expected her to break. Yet none of those apologies had ever been enough.She glanced towards Corey. He was staring ahead, jaw clenched, lost in thought he refused to share. She won