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“I know that, but it’s more than usual. You’re scaring me.”
“There’s no other way to deliver the news, Ms. Chester, so here it goes. I found the owner of the car we managed to process from that picture, but he’s dead.”
I physically reel back, a savage pulse pounding in my throat. I always thought about finding my dad, but I never actually considered the idea that he might be dead.
Maybe because, all this time, with the way my mother made it her mission to hide any information concerning him, I thought he just lived elsewhere. That he wanted to find me as much as I want to find him, but Mom got in the way.
“He…can’t be dead.” My voice is brittle. “Look again.”
“The owner of that car died due to a traffic accident twenty years ago.”
One year after I was born.
Does that mean I met him when I was a baby and then he just died?
I internally shake my head, refusing to believe my father is dead. If that were the case, Mom would’ve mentioned it, right?
“Look again, please.”
“I’ll check to see if I missed anything, but I wouldn’t be optimistic.”
After Kai hangs up, two fat tears slide down my cheeks. They’re so different from the tears of pleasure that never dried from my face.
I crouch in front of my car and quietly cry into my unsteady palms. My chest racks and the haunting noises I make reverberate around me.
There’s always been a hole in my chest that couldn’t be filled, no matter what I tried. One I thought only my dad would occupy, but apparently, that’s not possible anymore.
That hole was supposed to stay hollow, because like Mom has always said, my father doesn’t exist.
“Nao.”
My head jerks up and I stare at the eyes that were malicious not even fifteen minutes ago.
He has a flashlight on and his hoodie is open, revealing a white tee. His shiny dark blond hair is slicked back and his jaw is set.
Sebastian.
He’s back to being the star quarterback, not the beast from my fantasies who called me a slut and made me come with it.
“What is it, baby? Why are you crying?” His voice is calm, soothing almost.
I don’t know if it’s the stress from knowing about my father or the bitterness I felt earlier, but they all climb to the surface, ripping at the last screw that’s been holding me together.
Jumping to my feet, I storm over to stand in front of him, but he doesn’t even flinch, almost as if he was expecting the attack.
“Am I supposed to pretend nothing happened just now, Sebastian? Again?”
His expression remains the same. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
“Maybe that’s what you want.”
His eyes roam over me in deliberate slowness. “We want the same thing.”
“I don’t want to brush over everything that’s happened as if it’s…it’s…”
“A fantasy? Taboo?”
“As if it’s nothing,” I breathe out on a sniffle.
