CHAPTER 182: CONFESSIONS

MARIE The house was still just as I left it; the interiors had not changed since I last visited. The workers were still the same, clad in their corporate apparel, moving across the halls swiftly to finish their work at the right time. I could imagine my dad shouting, "Where's my coffee? Where's my tea? Who was supposed to iron my shirt? Where's my office bag?" in the morning, trying to get ready for the office. I took my time enjoying the scenario when Crystal's voice jolted me back to reality. "Marie? Marie? Where's your head? I've been screaming your name for quite a while now." She said panting. "Let's go to your room and talk before your dad returns; I want to discuss something with you.' "What's happening? What do you want to talk about, and can't it wait?" I replied, struggling to understand why we had spent hours driving down here, but she suddenly wanted to tell me something when we arrived home. "It's really important, let's go up." We walked up the stairs gently until we