It might look like a pleasant neighbourhood, a pleasant city, a pleasant lifestyle, but switch on the news, and the surface that would appear was starting to crack. And underneath that… was a turmoil of businessmen overthrowing government.
And among them, was Seth.
She couldn’t ignore it anymore, the evil he had become, even if Dylan continued to deny it.
She still loved her brother, after all, and couldn’t bear to admit him to be the corrupt being. She would speak against the crowd, just like any politicians family ever had, denying claims, true or false, that people charged him with.
No, he was not elitist.
No, my brother cares about the consumer.
No, Seth is a bit upright, but he’s not cold.
No, Seth did not cause hundreds of the lower classes to lose their homes. He is not involved in buying out the government, covering up his company’s losses or scamming his way out of his taxes.
Seth has more integrity than that. Seth isn’t what he appears to be.
But his was the only appearances that were true. Andrea knew it… he was cruel and unapologetic. Who knew if he had already crossed that line? He’d never admit it if he had.
She had to find out for herself. She looked between Dylan and her own father. She couldn’t let them know… However she felt about Seth, she had to do this, even if it meant possibly putting herself in danger. She felt too much for him to just let this go.
She wandered through the big house, while her father slept in her room, while they slept.
As she entered one room, the door creaked. Slowly, slowly, she listened to the sound, careful not to wake anyone up, as she snuck into the room.
His office. Papers, files, photos… What else?
She picked something up. Her eyes went wide as she went through it. What…? How did he get this?
He had her adoption papers.
Tale for Trifecta.
This piece is actually for a longer piece I’m writing. So thanks for the extra push, Trifecta.