The iron gate of the Blackwell mansion that usually felt like security sounded like a prison door slamming shut. The envelope that Dr. Rachel gave to me was still heavy in my hands as I took them inside. Inside the house was very silent and it smelled of old money as usual. Henry was waiting for me with a glass of amber scotch in his hands. “Young master, are you back?” “Yes, I am.” I answered. Henry's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. “You look tired. You don't look like the man who inherited a fortune. You look like a ghost, young master.” He was sure not lying. “You were gone for a while and I was really worried something might happen to you.” “You don't need to worry about me. Okay?” I said, walking to the desk and laying the envelope down on a desk. “Go on, read it.” I pointed at it. Henry took the papers in his hands. For a minute, the only sound in the room was the ticking of grandfather's clock and the rustle sound of the papers he kept turning.

When I was done with class, I.was headed to the car waiting for me. That was when I saw her even before she saw me. Emily Clarke. She had always assumed that she was the one watching, that she was the one moving through rooms,listening to the conversations. She was also calculative and she always acted fast, so she thought that she knew more than a lot of people. She'd use someone and pretend like she was innocent, so a lot of people fell into her trap. They didn't notice. I had noticed then but I just didn't have the strength to do anything about it. She was standing near the east entrance of the humanities building, close to where I always passed. Did she know that I always take that path? She was dressed carefully, not the expensive clothes she wore while she held onto Daniel in that restaurant. Her blonde hair was let down instead of being styled. It was obvious she had dressed for this conversation. I kept walking even when she knew I'd see her. “Ethan.” I didn

That night I asked Henry to help me find Curtis. “May I ask why you are looking for him?” “I think he's working with Daniel. I got some information from Brian just yesterday. According to Brian, he won't bother me again but there is this information I need to get from him but I can't.” “Okay. I will.” Henry responded after I gave him the necessary information he needed. His name is Curtis, he's in fourth year in business school. I found Curtis before Henry could. After I had put Lily to sleep, I opened my laptop and I started with what I had. Crestwood University's student directory was not easily assembled but I found Curtis in their list of student-led initiatives. He was listed as a member on a real estate investment case study that placed second in a regional competition the previous year. His photograph was small and slightly blurred, the kind taken quickly at an event and uploaded without much thought. He had a narrow face, careful eyes, and the self-conscious postur

“Lily has been crying since it happened.” My hands were shaking and my chest seemed heavy. It seemed like a burning iron was being passed through my chest. The most painful part was that someone had attempted to kidnap her even with the Nanny there. Someone knew her name. Someone knew Park's name, even the driver's parking location. It was just too much information. Was it Curtis? Again? I had thought that we had an agreement. I didn't want to believe it but those questions he asked. They were all too suspicious to let go. "Lily." I shifted her gently so I could see her face. She resisted for a while but then allowed it. Her face was red and wet and her eyes were very dark. "Look at me." She looked at me. “Listen to me Lily. You are fine now. Do you understand me? You are safe now.” She nodded, then grabbed me.” That strange woman grabbed me and I didn't even know who she was.” “I know.” “She said she was my aunt. Is that true? I don't have an aunt. She's not my aun

It was an unknown number but when I read the messages I knew it was the Sophia I know, the one who betrayed her brother. “I got your number from Daniel's, I hope this isn't a problem. This is Sophia and I'm texting you because I have no other person to help me.” I read it once and then again, then I put the phone down. Then I put the phone down, looking up to the ceiling. I didn't know how I should react but I knew I was not going to reply to that message. “I'm sorry but I don't know what to do. You must have seen what's happening with me. I need your help.” She didn't explain, she only told me the reality of where she was at the moment. I thought about the posts she made about me. The insults, the pain I went through. I just couldn't believe that she was sending me a message. I wondered what she really wanted from me. Was this all planned so they could take things away from me? Was Victoria away that her daughter was in trouble or was it the plan of the both parties to hook