I know mother always got him gifts, like his tie collection was specifically arranged by her, she got him shoes and surprised him with dinner and flowers. She was there when the business was making him work more and she never complained but here you are gaslighting everyone. It has always been about
Taylor watched from upstairs as Cassandra held on to her dress firmly. Her face grimaced in an unpleasant sight, she had her hands trembling with the passing second. “Hold on” she whispered but he could see it. He could read her lips and that pain written all over her face was far too familiar for h
“Give way, a doctor is here” a resounding voice sounded from above the stairs. Cassandra was too caught up in the pain to notice the change of surroundings. Carlson was taken to another room while another doctor attended to Cassandra. Taylor could not bear to leave her all alone. Everyone just watch
Dante sneered in his heart watching the woman before him try so hard to captivate him yet again under her web of lies and deceit. “We can have another little Cassie and we will be happy again” she assured but Dante was not buying her lie this time around. He wanted nothing but his little girl and sh
“How is their mother?” he asked and the doctor smiled. It was good news and all they had to wait for was for the doctor of Carlson to walk out of that room. Kerlson could not wait to tell his brother the good news. “They are identical despite their gender” the doctor announced walking away. In no ti
Kerlson took a few steps back, unable to hold on to anything tangible, his body falling and crumbling to his knees. This was not happening, Carlson was the closest to him and here his greatest fear became his reality. He wanted to scream and shout at the others. He wanted to tell the doctor to go ba
He was willing and ready to run away from reality, he was unwilling to accept his brother was gone but no matter how many times he tried reminding himself of his death, the more he came to realize he was no more. He tries retaining any memory of him in his brain he is unwilling to forget. Kerlson bl
Madam Grace Rummaged through the kitchen trying to find the raspberry cupcakes she had just baked, but no matter how much she searched, she could not find it. She sighs taking a seat for a moment to rest her weary bones. She was aging and not as fast and energetic as she used to be. The kitchen door