Chapter 121

Lake: I thanked Mrs. Lockwood and rose from the chair, holding the wooden box firmly in my right hand. Coming to terms with the fact that I had been lied to all my life was not the easiest thing to do, but it was something I knew I had to do. I had spent all my life hating my mother, despising her for leaving and hoping she was dead. I had even looked her in the eyes and told her to her face that she was indeed dead to me. How did one ever come back from that? I dragged myself out of Mrs. Lockwood's library, out of the Lockwood mansion and into my car. I placed the box on the passenger's seat beside me. My heart squeezed in my chest as I stared at it. I quickly tore my gaze away from the box. I could not help the guilt that struck me whenever I looked at it. My drive back home was slow and silent. The traffic in the city, coupled with the overbearing motorists kept me on the road for thirty minutes longer than I was supposed to be. But I finally arrived at the mansion. I did not bother