nce we stopped letting our emotions get the best of us, everything seemed easier to navigate.
lisa’s sudden appearance, combined with her blatant motives, had raised both of our suspicions.
When did you last talk to Uncle Keenan? You haven’t had much contact for years.
le visits you in the hospital, and your cousin shows up at the company looking for me. What do you think ey’re after?” Leonard asked, his sharp mind piecing the puzzle together.
‘s not just about the overpass project. There’s more going on.”
hile Leonard might have been clueless in the realm of emotions, his intellect in other areas was
deniable.
didn’t hold anything back, telling him almost everything, save for my mother’s journal.
‘ou’ve met Randall a few times. He used to pick me up from school. He was my dad’s old accountant, nd I can’t believe he would betray him.
ut something went wrong back then. The fact that the police can’t find him is suspicious.”
howing that Leonard was also investigating my family’s past made me realize that sharing information as essential. We could make progress faster together.
e stared straight ahead in silence for a few moments before finally speaking.
What made you decide to start looking into this?”
esitated, unsure how to explain.
hen my illness had worsened and my mom had fallen sick, I hadn’t had the mental capacity to delve to the past.
en my cancer had relapsed, and everything with Lily had unfolded–it wasn’t until now that I’d had the ace to think about it.
lanced out the window, and suddenly, Julian’s words came to mind–about my dark aura, the oodshed in my future.
any people turned to something other than professional therapy for psychological or emotional support. leared my throat and said softly, “I dreamed about my mom, and she told me in my dreams that there as something suspicious about my father’s death.
wanted her to rest in peace, so I thought I’d ask Uncle Keenan about it.”
onard looked at me for a second, then nodded, not pressing further.
ter all, people were prone to believe in messages from the dead. It was a story that no one could argue ainst. He couldn’t do anything to validate what I had just told him.
eing that he remained silent, I asked, “Do you think there’s something fishy about what happened to my mily?”
onard had already been living with the Harmons by the time my family’s tragedy occurred. He must ve known something, but he remained silent.
wasn’t until we reached home that he finally pulled me aside.
va, if you dream about your mom again, tell her I’ll handle it.
“Don’t get involved with Uncle Keenan’s family.”
I nearly choked on his words, giving him a baffled look.
“You think I can control that?”
It was a dream.
Besides, the dream about my mom was just a story that I made up.
Leonard cleared his throat awkwardly. “Just don’t get involved. Don’t contact Uncle Keenan and his family, okay?”
“Leonard, are you hiding something from me? What aren’t you telling me?” His evasive behavior made me even more suspicious.
I knew how capable Leonard was. He hadn’t managed to stabilize his position within the Harmon family without shrewd tactics. The fact that my uncle’s family felt cornered enough to make bold moves meant Leonard had already boxed them in.
Still, he insisted I shouldn’t dig any further, trying to deflect the conversation again.
Finally, my patience snapped. “Leonard, your grandfather already told me! You’ve been investigating my father’s death for years, and you even protected my mom…”
My voice faltered, and my emotions overwhelmed me. I wasn’t sure how to continue. I feared he would ask why I hadn’t come back sooner, why I hadn’t helped my family when they needed me most.
But thankfully, he didn’t ask any of that.
He just hesitated for a moment, looking at me with a conflicted expression before finally pulling me into his arms.
“Eva, this is complicated. You don’t need to be involved. Just trust me, okay?
“There are other people behind all of this, and I don’t want you getting hurt. Do you understand?”
