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Chapter Eighteen ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯
Carefully placing the bandage on Heyward's head, Avery cringed silently.
The man winced as she slowly pulled away, "thank you, darlin'."
"Pop, what happened?" Pope asked eagerly, his tone was filled with worry. His father had been attacked, and he hated to think it was because of him.
"Oh, I should've know better. He came in just as I was about to lock up. Caught me by surprise. Once he had me down, he put his knee in my chest, and he asked me about that– that– that key form that – that drawing you showed me. And in case you're wondering, I ain't tell him nothing" Heyward told them. His words made Avery quietly chuckle. She felt eyes on her, knowing who it was without looking back at them. "Now, did you track it down?"
Pope swallowed the lump in his throat and reached back into his jean pocket, bringing out the key. He handed it to his father, "I found it in Mee-maw's old apartment above the pharmacy just like you said"
"Shit, boy, you should've gave this to me. I wouldn't have had to take a beating. What's the big deal? It ain't worth anything. Why they want it so bad?" Heyward tried to make sense of all this. He only knew a very little part of it.
"I don't know. First, I get this letter telling me that I need to go to Charleston. And then I meet a rich lady who wants me to give her a key that I didn't even know was in my family" Pope explained, although it still didn't fully answer his father's question.
"None of it makes any sense" Kie muttered.
"Well, don't y'all just sit here whining about it. Figure it out!" Heyward encouraged them.
"No," Pope shook his head. "I'm just gonna give the key to that lady. It's not worth–"
"No, no, no. Did I raise you to back down from a fight, boy?" The man raised his eyebrows, Pope shortly replied. "Now, I- I didn't think about it before. I admit that. But now– now? I'm interested. Well, did they say why they wanted it?"
"Something about an old cross. I think it might be some kind of lost treasure" Pope shrugged his shoulders.
"You know who you should talk to? Your great-grandmother, Mee-maw," Heyward handed the key back. He looked up at Avery, "and your father"
"My dad? Wh- what?" Avery raised from her spot, her lips parted. A frown fell on her face, "why?"
"Your mother–" Heyward started but the girl was quick to turn on her heels and began to walk away. That was all she needed to know.
