Chapter 91
Emotional Turmoil
Megan’s POV:
I sat in stunned silence, processing the bombshell Jane had just dropped. My parents, alive? In witness protection? It could not be true.
But Jane’s words echoed in my mind, haunting me.
“They thought it was the only way to keep you safe.” I thought.
“Saafe from what? From whom?” I wondered continuously.
I needed answers, and I needed them now.
“I want to talk to my mother.” I kept on saying even though there was no one around to speak to.
“Okay, Megan. I will arrange it.” Jane was standing right in front of me.
I did not realize when she got in.
“Thank you!” I told her in appreciation, and I went back to waiting.
The wait was agonizing. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with questions and emotions.
“How could they do this to me? How could they lie to me for so long?” The questions kept on coming.
“It is time!” Jane said.
“Why are they coming with us?” I asked her on seeing the guards and agents all around us.
“Where we are going is not safe, do we need them!” Jane revealed.
“And that is where my mother lives?” I thought.
“I will be getting answers when I get there! Surely!” I reminded myself.
“Finally, the moment of truth arrived.” I said immediately we arrived.
I was led to a secure location, surrounded by agents and guards. And then, suddenly, I was face to face with the woman I thought was dead.
My mother!
We sat in a sterile room, the only sound the hum of fluorescent lights. I felt like I was in a dream, like this was all some surreal nightmare.
My mother looked older, wearier. Her eyes were sunken, her skin pale. But it was her, my mom. The woman who used to read me bedtime stories, who used to make me laugh.
“Mom?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Megan, my baby. I am so sorry.” She said with tears in her eyes.
“Sorry? Sorry for lying to me? For leaving me behind?” I felt a wave of anger wash over me.
“No, Mom. You don’t get to hug me. You don’t get to pretend like everything is okay.” I said and pulled away
“I know, Megan. I don’t expect forgiveness. But please, just listen to me. Let me explain.” She nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
And with that, she began to unravel the secrets of our family’s past. Secrets that would change my life forever.
As she spoke, I felt my anger give way to curiosity. What had they been involved in? What had gone so wrong? I was lost in thoughts.
“We were in trouble, Megan. We were in danger. And we had to leave to protect ourselves, and you.” My mother hesitated, her eyes darting around the room.
“What kind of trouble?”I leaned forward, my heart pounding.
“We were involved in something illegal, Megan. Something we thought was harmless, but it was not. And when we tried to get out, they wouldn’t let us.” She took a deep breath.
“Who? Who wouldn’t let you?” I felt a chill run down my spine
“The people we were involved with, Megan. They were dangerous. And they would stop at nothing to keep us silent.” My mother’s eyes locked onto mine, filled with a fierce determination.
I felt like I was living in a movie, like this was all some wild conspiracy theory. But my mother’s eyes told me otherwise. This was real. This was our life.
As we talked, the room seemed to fade away, and all that was left was my mother and I, lost in a sea of secrets and lies. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I was getting the truth. And it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
My mother told me about how they had gotten involved with the wrong people, how they had thought they were doing the right thing, but it had all gone wrong. She told me about the fear, the constant looking over their shoulders, the feeling of being trapped.
And she told me about the decision to leave, to fake their own deaths and start over. She told me about the pain of leaving me behind, but also about the relief of knowing I would be safe.
As I listened, I felt my heart breaking. I felt like I was grieving all over again, like I was losing my parents all over again. But this time, it was different. This time, I was gaining something too. I was gaining the truth.
The conversation was long and emotional, filled with tears and laughter and anger. But in the end, it was filled with hope too. Hope for a new beginning, hope for a new relationship with my mother.
As we parted ways, I felt like I was walking into a new phase of my life. A phase filled with secrets and lies, but also filled with truth and hope. And I knew that no matter what happened, I would always have my mother’s love.
They’re really alive!
You know, I always thought that motherly love was just a myth, something that only existed in movies and books. But now, I realize that it’s real. My mother loved me so much that she was willing to give up her own life to keep me safe. She was willing to leave me behind, to pretend to be dead, just to make sure that I was protected.
I’m not angry, I’m just… grateful. Grateful for the sacrifice she made, grateful for the love she has for me. I’m grateful for the chance to get to know her, to learn from her, to feel her love and support.
I keep thinking about all the times I wished she was here with me, all the times I needed her guidance and support. And now, I have the chance to experience it all again. I have the chance to feel her arms around me, to hear her voice, to see her smile.
I think about all the memories we’ll make, all the laughter we’ll share, all the tears we’ll dry. I think about all the adventures we’ll have, all the challenges we’ll face, all the triumphs we’ll celebrate.
I know that our journey won’t be easy, that we’ll face obstacles and challenges along the way. But I’m ready for it, I’m ready to face whatever comes our way.
Because I know that with my mother by my side, I can conquer anything. I can conquer the world.
And I know that no matter what happens, no matter what challenges we face, our love will always be there. Our love will always be the foundation that holds us together, the glue that keeps us strong.
So, thank you, Mom, for being my everything. Thank you for being my mother.