Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Kate gave me the scoop on her sister Tracey's whereabouts, sharing Tracey was planning a press conference in the coming days. The plan was simple. I would expose Tracey's origins to the world, revealing her as the product of an affair, and let the chips fall where they may.

I played along, agreeing to Kate's plan. However, my true goal was to meet Tracey before the press conference to check if she was the same Tracie from the orphanage.

My memories of her were fuzzy at best, except for a vivid image of her handing me a candy, her hand marked by a distinctive burn scar.

'If she was indeed Tracie, why would she wish me harm? Or have I gotten it all wrong?' I wondered, 'And then there is Richard. What about him?'

I couldn't help but close my eyes, overwhelmed. I had to get to the bottom of this. Too many people were involved.

I parked outside the Goodwin Mansion at the break of dawn, waiting for Tracey to emerge for her press conference.

Kate snuck up to my car from the back entrance, tapping on the window. "Don't bother waiting. Tracey canceled the press conference."

I frowned slightly. Tracey was always on high alert, similar to the last gathering, where she managed everything without ever showing her face. She knew every move made. Where could she be watching me from at the time?

I scanned my surroundings. I had chosen a spot out of reach from any surveillance, yet she knew I was there.

some other time," I said, not wanting Kate to sense my

"Leave Mrs. Hart's matters out of this, or you'll end up just like

upside down, and Kate was playing her part in

asked, "Kate, what is it that you want? You already have Claude. But seriously,

Claude was a

the street That's when a van pulled up beside her, and two burly men jumped out. Before she could react,

been kidnapped once, I had no desire to repeat the experience. I sped off, the van

catch me, to

it be that, besides Kate, someone else wanted to kidnap

a panic, I called Richard, my voice breaking, "Someone's chasing

my car just

little traffic. Therefore, the loud crash

voice, I stepped on the gas, shouting into the phone, "Richard, I

my past