Beneath these shadows…

~^~

"Just open the door, Sinister." I sighed.

“Becky, I had no idea of any of this."

“Like you`ll say now that you weren't even aware that Marc's wife died and you took advantage of his memory loss of her death just for your selfish goals?"

“Believe me or not but I was not aware Marc even had a wife. We weren't personal. All I was aware of was what my grandfather told me that Marc would assist me. As far as I knew, I thought he was just helping for the money he got out of that."

"Well, Alexander, Grandpa lied to you. Still doesn't change anything, now open the door."

He seemed reluctant so I grabbed the keys away and effortlessly failed and struggled to open the door until he held it over my hand and unlocked it holding the door open with a cryptic yet serious expression, "I'm sorry.”

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I locked myself in the bedroom to recollect my scattered emotions and thoughts. He deserved all that I told him after all that he did.

Didn't he?

A part of me hurt and that wasn't any of my