All Chapters of A Decade Under Borrowed Skin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Whenever Cecelia came home exhausted from work, Wesley would put on a movie for her on the tablet and softly narrate the plot to help her unwind.Cecelia crouched in front of the coffee table and brushed her fingers lightly over the tablet.The screen lit up, and a message from Harold, synced from Wesley's phone, appeared.The timestamp showed that it had arrived just after 10:00 p.m. that night, the same night as Wesley's accident.Cecelia stared at the photo Harold had sent and the taunting message beneath it.Suddenly, everything made sense. Wesley had spent the entire evening with her father, perfectly content and at ease. Why would he have left the house after ten o'clock, only to get hit by a car?He must have seen Harold's message. Overwhelmed by emotion, he had rushed out to find her without paying attention to his surroundings.That was it. That was why he had been hit.The moment she realized the truth, Cecelia wanted Harold dead. If not for him, Wesley would never ha

Every day, I came home from work to a hot meal and my parents fussing over me, eager to hear about my day.Life was quiet and warm, and for a while, I enjoyed its simple comforts.Except sometimes, when I walked down the street, I would suddenly feel someone's eyes on me. But whenever I turned around, there was no one there.That evening, as I walked home from work, I felt that familiar gaze again.I continued for a short distance before I stopped and spoke without turning around. "Come out. There's no point following me."A figure emerged from behind a tree. It was Cecelia.She had grown thin, and her face was pale and drawn. She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and called out, "Wes."I corrected her in an even voice. "My name is Bryan Driscoll."She faltered before she forced herself to use my name. "Bryan."She had barely spoken before tears began streaming down her face.In the past, the sight of her tears would have sent me into a panic. My chest would have ached, and I