Chapter 5: Where Are You?
Sarah
"Sarah? Talk to me," Marishka says, shaking me gently.
I look up at her. "Nothing. It's nothing I can change now. And I'd rather not tell you," I say.
The truth is, I don't want Marishka to know. Marishka still looks at me like how she did when I was a little girl. Pure and innocent. If she knows about the things I did to get what I want...she will be disappointed. She might even start to hate me like Matthew does.
I can't bear the thought of disappointing Marishka. She loved me. Possibly more than my own parents.
"Please, Marishka," I whisper, my voice cracking. "Just let it go. I can handle this on my own."
Marishka's brow furrows with concern, but she nods slowly, respecting my wishes even as worry etches itself into the lines of her face. She pulls me into a tight embrace, and for a moment, I allow myself to sink into the comfort of her arms, the warmth of her love enveloping me.
"Alright, dear. Tell me when you are ready, okay?" she says. "You know you can trust me, right?"
I nod silently before standing up. "I better go get ready."
She furrows her brows. "Get ready for what?"
"I need to go see Daddy at the company. He wants to sign everything over before he leaves for France," I reply.