Submissive

“Sasha, it’s time to clear the air, there can be no secrets between us.” Rick said as he took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself. “Those are my parents, Miguel and Helen Hernandez”

The air in the room suddenly became very oppressive. He struggled to find the right words.

“They died when their light plane crashed enroute to their vacation home in Flagstaff. This was their home, the house I grew up in.”

“I don’t understand, why would you lie to me?”

“I couldn’t tell you the truth, not when I first met you. I wanted to get to know you better, and I wanted you to get to know me. I wanted to make sure that you were falling in love with me, who you thought I was, not all of this.” He said indicating everything that surrounded them.

“When I graduated high school, my father explained to me that we had a responsibility to our ancestors who settled in this land and ultimately prospered here and to all those who will come after us, to keep our wealth within the family. He said that too