Chapter 4: The questions
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Sarah’s pov
The restaurant door opened again behind me, I turned, and as expected, it was him.
Kelvin, still there. Staring at me like he was trying to figure something out.
And honestly, I was getting sick of that look.
He stood a few feet away from me.
hands in his pockets, looking unusually serious. not like he smiled much anyways.
I folded my arms.
“What now?” I asked.
He didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes wandered around like he was searching for someone.
That immediately got on my nerves.
If he had something to say, he should just say it.
“What?” I asked.
He looked at me again.
Then he finally spoke.
“Did your father ever tell you what happened between our families?”
I stared at him.
Out of all the things I expected him to say, that wasn’t even in the top 100.
“Wait, What?”
For a second I thought I heard him wrong.
“Our families?” I repeated
He nodded.
I stared at him in disbelief
“what are you talking about?”
He hesitated, before responding.
“Your father never told you about mine?”
I led out a tiny laugh. Not because anything was funny, but because this conversation was getting ridiculous.
“Well no!, my dad barely talks about anything and now you’re asking if he talks about rich families?”
That seemed to amuse him a little.
"He never mentioned Richard Harrison?"
Richard Harrison?Why did that name sound familiar?
Not like I knew the man personally but I’ve heard people mention his name before, mostly on TV and interviews.
I frowned. "Why would he?"
Kelvin went quiet for a moment.
Like he was choosing his words carefully, which couldn’t be good.
People usually do that when they’re hiding something.
And these days it seems like everyone in my life had joined a secret club called Let's Not Tell Sarah Anything, and I was genuinely getting sick of it.
"If you know something, just say it."
He looked at me like he was holding something back.
"It's not as easy as it sounds, Sarah." There it was.
The sentence everyone says when they’re about to be completely unhelpful.
I was about to point that out, when a black car pulled up beside the sidewalk.
As Kelvin noticed it, his expression changed immediately.
Not fear or panic, just annoyance.
Like the sight of the car had ruined his mood.
A man stepped out of the driver's seat and oh did everything about him scream luxury. He stood right across us with an outfit that cost more than my net worth.
He glanced around once before his eyes landed on Kelvin.
He walked straight toward us.
“Mr. Harrison.”
Kelvin sighed.
I suddenly felt like I didn’t belong there, Not because anyone said so but because rich people always seemed to have conversations that made everyone else feel invisible.
"We've been looking for you."
"I'm right here."
"Your father wants you home."
Kelvin looked away.
The man waited.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to leave or stay, and this was starting to get awkward.
“Now?” Kelvin said, finally breaking the silence.
“Now,” the man replied.
Something about that felt strange, like there was more to it than I understood.
The driver glanced at me briefly, then looked away.
Of course, the typical.
Kelvin looked back at me.
For a second, I thought he was finally going to explain something.
Instead, he said, “Just be careful.”I blinked.
There it was again, That warning that always came with nothing else.
How lovely.
He opened his mouth again like he was about to say something then he stopped, like he had given it a second thought.
Which has honestly becoming his favorite hobby.
The driver cleared his throat.
Kelvin looked irritated, I felt irritated too.
Great, at least we both have something in common now.
Finally, he stepped back.
“I’ll see you around.”
I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be reassuring or terrifying.
Then he got into the car. And just like that, he was gone.
And I was left standing there with unanswered questions.
I started walking home. The night air felt colder than usual or maybe I was just overthinking.
Actually no, I was definitely overthinking.
By the time I got home, my brain felt exhausted.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, and immediately, I could tell something was wrong.
The atmosphere felt weird. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and you can instantly tell something is wrong, That was my exact situation.
My parents were seated at the table and neither of them looked happy. Mom looked worried and dad looked tired, not physically tired. The kind of tiredness that sits behind your eyes.
I slowly placed my bag down on the couch.
“Hi”
No one answered.
Fantastic.
That was usually a terrible sign. I pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Can someone explain to me what's going on?”
They both exchanged looks, then mom spoke.
"Did you see him again?" I already knew who she meant.
"Kelvin?" She nodded.
“Yes”
Her expression changed.
“Sarah!”
“No!”
I held up a hand.
“We’re not doing this again”, She looked confused.
"What does that mean?"
"It means everyone keeps warning me about him but nobody’s explaining why and I’m getting sick of it”
Everywhere went silent, of course.
I looked at dad. “What happened between our families?”
The second the question left my mouth, the room changed.
Dad froze. Mom looked away.
And now I was convinced there was something going on.
Something big, something they both refused to talk about. That twisted something in my stomach.
“What happened?”
Dad rubbed a hand over his face, “Nothing you need to worry about.”
I let out a tiny laugh, not because anything was funny but it’s either that or I legit lose my mind right now.
"That's definitely a lie."
And as expected neither of them corrected me, which somehow felt worse.
I stood up.
"Fine."
"Sarah"
"No."
I picked up my bag.
“If nobody wants to tell me anything, then I’ll figure it out myself and nobody gets to control my choices.”
And with that, I walked to my room.
Because honestly?
I was done.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t know that before the night ended, I would learn something that made everything even more complicated.
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