They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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TIMOTHY
Josephine's words keep repeating themselves over and over again in my head. I don't get why dad would do such a thing. Was he really a bad man? The only answer that came to me was 'no'. From what I had seen of him, he was the most absolute gentleman, sweet-heart and the typical family man. Always thinking of how to spend time with his family even though he was away more times than he was home, many times along with mom. But when I ask myself 'Could he really do such a thing?' and if I try to answer honestly, putting aside all my emotions, the answer that comes to me I 'Maybe' and that doesn't help things right now at all.
I pull into the driveway of my massive home which is now occupied only by mother. I walk in and several help-staff greet me.
"Sir Timothy. What a pleasant surprise?" Martha calls to me and I am beyond relived to see her face. She is the one who has been taking care of me since I was little, whenever mum and dad were away. I go and hug her before scolding her in a mock tone.
"Please don't be so formal, you've known me since I was in my fucking diapers."
"Well, all the more reason. But, look at you! You've grown, darling."
"Really?"
"Yes. You're more built up it seems."
"Ehh a bit. Usually to blow the steam off. Can you tell me where mother is?"
"She is in the big office."
"Thank you, Martha." I say and start to ascend the staircase when she calls out to me.
"It's good to see you, Timmy."
"It's good to see you, too, Martha." I smile amiably at her and walk to the big office, aka, dad's office. I knock twice on the door and enter the office after I hear a faint 'come in' from the other side of the room. I am met with the sight of mom sitting in the big chair and working on the computer and on papers strewn around her at once. She looks up at me and I can see the toll that has taken on her since she took over dad's company.
"OH, Timothy, when did you get here son?"
"Just now. I needed to talk to you about something."
"Sure, well, no problem. Come on in." she says as she gets up from the chair and hugs me. I take my place on the opposite side of the table that she has been working on and she shuts down all her work, giving me her complete attention.
"Did father kill Damien Quinn's daughter?"
"How – how – where did you hear that, Timothy?"
"True or false?" I question as I look her dead in the eye. I can see the fear and hesitation flitting through her eyes and I try my best to wait patiently for her answer even though my insides are burning up due to anxiety and curiosity.
