The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty Novels & Stories

It was as if cold water was suddenly poured on me. Torture? Who would do something like that to her? And why? Did it have anything to do with her being the leader of their secret organization back then? Does dad know this? Why did they pretend to have died in the accident if that wasn't what really happened? Until we got back to Hector's office, I was still quiet, even him. I was even more confused by what was happening around me. Even though I try to understand what I know over and over again, I feel that a large part is still missing from the story. As if someone is trying to fabricate everything. As if someone had calculated everything just what I could figure out.

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.