Derek POV
“Are you sure about this?” I asked for the third time as we parked our car, our surfing board at the back of our car.
She nodded. “Yes, look, Derek, if we know about them, then we would be able to plan out our next move, which is needed.”
I looked sideways. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I know I am not in support of this visit. Maybe because I was still unprepared to face my past with him. I mean, I cried when this man died because he was the only one I had next to an uncle, and then all of a sudden, I was told he killed my mom and has been hiding for a while while my dad knew about it.
I think it is the fear of seeing him and them together knowing fully well that I have been betrayed that hunted me. I don't even know what I would do if I came close to him. I might
