CHAPTER THIRTEEN
462 Words
New York City, A Day Before The k********g…
“I honestly don’t think you’re making the right decision right now.”
I glance over my shoulder to stare at Mae and sigh, turning back to my closet I inspect the grey sweater for a minute before handing it over to Maria to pack with the rest of my clothes. “I mean, what are you going to say when you get there?”
“I’m not going to say anything, I didn’t get in contact with her, she got in contact with me. I’m only going because I want to fulfil the dying wish of an old woman,” I shrug, picking out another item of clothing and passing it over to Maria after inspecting it. “I doubt I’d have to spend more than a week there at most. Once I meet this grandmother of mine, I‘ll return home.”
“And how are you so sure this letter and all those documents are even real,” She throws her hands in the air to show her frustration. “I mean don’t you find it a little suspicious the way she chooses to get in contact with you?”
“I do, I’ll admit, but if things aren’t what they seem then I’ll return. Besides, I did a little investigation and everything adds up.”
“You’re being reckless.”
“No,” I laugh, staring at the only person who actually took the effort to pay attention to me growing up.
Through the years our relationship had become a little strained because of my exile, but that doesn’t mean I can ever forget the 5 years I spent here with Mae as my nanny.
She’d been the mother I never had, a friend growing up, and now a guardian and the only person left in my life who still has meaning to me.
“I’m taking matters into my own hands. I’m making my own decisions.”
Pinching my lips together, I try to find the right words to express myself.
“I’ve lived hidden away for years and I hated every day of it, I’m not saying doing this is completely sane but for once I don’t want to hide. If this woman wants to meet me and accept me then fine, if she doesn’t then I at least tried.”
“Aquamarine, if this is about your father-”
“It’s about more than him, it’s about me. I want more than this,” I shrug, waving my hands around the room. “And a part of me feels like I’ll find it with the Campbell’s.”
Stepping forward, I take her hands into mine and squeeze gently with an imploring gaze. “Rather than stop me I need you to support my decision. Can you manage that?”
Staring into my eyes, she studies me for a long minute before nodding in reluctance. “Yes, unfortunately, I can.”
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