"You're just like me, you're out your mind, I know it's strange,
we're both the crazy kind.
You're tellin' me that I'm insane,
Boy, don't pretend that you don't love the pain."
In which the police chief's daughter falls for a pimp.
Millie Harbou...
Twenty minutes later, Millie arrived home now with a credit card in her front pocket and a little in her back.
$396,756 dollars richer than she had been when she left.
She was anxious to read the letter for maybe it held some answer to the load of cash that was left to her. The cash she had no intentions of telling her father about.
She hurried inside past Rachel who was cooking and to the bathroom where she knew she could be alone.
Millie knew Lilia would be in her room, and her dad in the living room.
She crawled into the bathtub and quickly ripped open the envelope.
She recognised the writing from every graduation and parent note she had ever seen. It made her smile.
Unfolding the paper, Millie began to read the carefully written words.
Dear Millie, I know this letter may come to a shock to you as well as my untimely passing, but do not cry over me when I'm gone. If you're reading this though I imagine I have passed. Heart failure, right? The scariest thing is staring death in the face for weeks before it actually happens. I wanted to tell you this in person when you turned eighteen, but seeing the recent happenings, I won't be able to. Dear Lord I've written this letter over and over again since you were five yet I still can't manage to say what's needed to be said.
Since she was five? Millie met Mr. Chandler in the seventh grade. How could he have been rewriting this since then?
Anywho, the money. I've been putting it away for around seventeen years now in case you needed it. There should be close to four-thousand in the bank at this time-which is quite a bit. You can do whatever you wish with it, but I thought you should have it. I'm so thankful I got to know you before I passed because if I hadn't my life wouldn't have had meaning. And I would have died way earlier at my own hands. There's something I haven't been honest with you about all these years that I've known you. Vera and I have discussed this for years and she made me swear to wait until you were an adult to tell you. But we don't have that time. Millicient Roberta Harbour you were born at 12:20am at Saint Peter's Hospital on February nineteenth of two-thousand and two. I know this because I was there with your mother that night. I was there because......
The ink smeared like he dropped the pen at the end of the page. Millie sat stunned for a moment before flipping the letter over to read the end.
I'm your father. Love always and so much, Kyle Chandler
"What the hell?!" Millie breathed.
This was all too much. Surely, he was mistaken. Her father was David Harbour. However, her mother's name was Vera and there were no pictures of anyone with baby her besides Vera.
She looked down at the picture that had fallen from the letter. The picture of them last picture day for the yearbook.
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She needed to talk to her father-or who she thought was her father and fast.
Things needed to get cleared up or she would cave in.
Of course, when it rains it pours so yet another thing happened before she could even make it into the hall.
"Millie!" It was Rachel's voice. "Your boyfriend is here."
