I won’t have these crazy feelings. I won’t
bother you. Lynn got hurt because of me. I’m
sorry. But don’t worry, I won’t do anything to
Lynn. I want to chase my dreams.”
Michael squeezed my arm. “Chase your
dreams? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Wasn’t staying with me your only dream?
How did you change your mind?”
He sounded like a jilted lover.
We weren’t anything.
He didn’t even adopt me legally. He just
brought me to his house and said he was
taking me in.
I pulled away. “Mr. Thompson, you don’t get
it.”
“We aren’t anything. You’re not my uncle, and
I’m not your niece. We don’t have blood.”
His face went white.
I stepped back. He tried to grab me, but his
phone rang.
Lynn’s voice.
She said it was important.
Michael looked at me, then left. “We’ll finish
this later.”
My phone buzzed with a message.
Another number I didn’t know.
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Rich people and their burner phones…
It said, “I know you love Michael. Please let
him go. I’m pregnant.”
“He’s your uncle. It’s wrong. Your dead
parents wouldn’t want you to be so
shameless.”
I stared at the ultrasound.
She was going to be a mom, but she used my
dead parents as a weapon.
I blocked the number.
She texted from another one.
“Just stay overseas.”
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I turned off my phone.
Before I left, I saw the footage.
She set the knife where I would trip over it.
She mentioned my parents.
She knew everything.
Was it an accident?
I looked at the scar and sent the story to a
tabloid.
She was pregnant and getting married.
This wouldn’t hurt a normal person, but Lynn
was a socialite.
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It would affect the family business.
I couldn’t make her feel the way I felt.
I could make her lose money.
