Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I knew that I had a design competition coming up. I needed to know what was happening there while I figured out everything that was happening over here. I didn't have time to waste. After Ethan and I had finished our discussion, I called Kevin once more.

"They needed people for the competition there, but I can't go back for the time being. I would have to leave all these matters to you once again."

He was unfortunate to have gotten me as a business partner. However, I believe that we could still have a better career progression in the future. Kevin was silent on the other end of the phone for a while. Then, he responded, his voice had a subtle weariness and relief. "Okay, I got it.

"I'll take care of things here. Just... be careful where you are. Call me if anything happens."

After hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath. My heart was filled with both uncertainties for the future and excitement of finally having the truth revealed soon. Ethan stood beside me, his shadow was exceptionally tall as he stood beneath the yellow street light, giving me an odd sense of security.

"Thank you, Ethan," I said softly. There were too many emotions encapsulated in that "thank you".

He smiled softly, gentleness and determination evident in his smile. "There's no need for thank yous between us. Remember, no matter what happens, I'm here."

I nodded and decided quietly that this time, I wanted to seek justice, not just for myself but also for my mother as well.

and I started planning for

Grayson

have never heard about my maternal grandmother, but

was suddenly reminded of the little town both Grandma and I used to live in, so I made my way

the randomest places. I found an old metal box in one of

this didn't affect its

smile was somewhat familiar-this

was almost like she could see through

up the letters, opened them,

at that time, but reading these yellowed and fading handwritten letters had my heart aching painfully with bittersweet

believe that Mommy loves you,

watered. I continued reading