5
EDITH
Three years earlier.
"Mitchell Carson is like King Midas, you know? Everything he touches turns to gold and I need him to make that quantum leap I so desire. Only then will I be able to give you the life you deserve," my father repeated to me for the umpteenth time, as the gate opened to a beautiful property surrounded by greenery.
"I like my life the way it is," I replied, huffing. I detested my father and his ambition. An obsession that did not even come from him but from my mother, who urged him to do more, to work harder, to take greater and greater risks, to seek out high-ranking friendships, to buy bigger and bigger houses...
I loved the father I had before. The loving one, who read me bedtime stories in my twelve square metre bedroom with the broken Hello
