When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 403

It was as if I hadn’t heard him, I mused to myself, “It’s not just her who doesn’t like me. You seem to have a pretty low opinion of me too, right? But then again, I know you’re my biological father. Why would a father dislike his own child? Is it something to do with my mother… did she have some kind of grudge against you?”

“Enough!”

Richard’s voice was low but fierce, his face turning red, “You’ve been back in River City for two years. How come you’ve turned back into that rebellious kid, always pushing boundaries?!”

“Oh.”

I had my answer, “Seems like my mother really is someone else.”

That’s something a psychologist in France had once told me. The more people dodge your questions or get angry when you ask something, the more likely it is that you’re onto something. I was only about seventy to eighty percent sure before, but now I was completely certain.

Richard was usually quite a refined man, but now when he looked at me, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes, “Get lost!”

“Sure thing.”

I smiled slightly, turning on my heel before he could blow up at me.

“Wait!”

“Did you just speak with

I turned back, “Yeah.”

anything about… a

Grandma make a will?” I feigned confusion

slightly relieved, then pressed

going to be divided?”

too eager,

09:04

of that sort. I’d advise

the will. As long as Grandma’s alive, everyone

me to join her for a late–night snack. We sat on the patio, and as I recounted the afternoon’s events, she took a sip of wine, thought for

“Not sure yet.”

popped open a can of beer, taking a swig. The cold, bitter liquid rolled down. my throat, easing the summer night’s

peeling crawfish when she suddenly frowned, “He couldn’t

“No.”

head, “He’s been visiting Grandma, and it’s

“Maybe it’s selective amnesia,

think this is a soap

her bowl, “I feel like he’s

years ago.”

wheelchair now.