Shocking Revelation
**Kael**
Arriving in Seattle and finding out that my mother had boarded a plane and traveled to another state without notifying me was extremely shocking. Anger was the first feeling that surfaced, followed by concern, which persisted throughout the day despite the exhaustion from a night when sleep wasn't my top priority, and the nearly ten hours spent on the plane.
I could never rest until I knew exactly where my mother was and, more importantly, what had led her to Texas. I left an investigator and some security personnel at the airport, ready to monitor Mary's arrival, while I tried to contact her incessantly throughout the time I was without news.
It was already past 6:00 PM when I finally learned that she had requested my jet to pick her up, which meant she had viewed all the messages and chose not to respond on purpose. Ryan even suggested that perhaps she was under some pressure or in a worse situation, which would explain the lack of response, but the information about the jet made me conclude that this was not the case.
I needed to understand what was happening and why she decided to travel without notifying anyone.
"The jet only left Houston now, so Mary won't arrive here before 6:00 AM," Ryan pointed out matter-of-factly.
After dinner, we gathered in the mansion's library. Since then, we had been immersed in a discussion full of a thousand possibilities about what could have led my mother to make this unexpected trip, but we still couldn't reach a definitive conclusion.
Ryan managed to rest a bit, and after lunch, he dropped off his girlfriend at home, and we headed to the company. Nothing is better than working to keep me busy and trying to find information about my own mother's whereabouts and reasons. Anxiety was constant, but focusing on the company's tasks helped to distract my mind, at least momentarily.
Throughout the time we spent working, my worry remained ever-present. I kept checking my messages constantly, hoping for any news from my mother or some form of contact. Each vibration of my phone made my heart race, but so far, there was nothing from her.
At the end of the day, we returned to the mansion, still without any news from my mother.
"She's still not responding to me," I commented, taking the last sip of my whiskey.
"I believe that when Mary gets home, she'll explain what led her to travel so suddenly and without notice," Ryan spoke in an optimistic tone.
"She will do it because I won't tolerate her keeping secrets between us any longer," I said with determination. "There's no reason for it, after all, I've always been understanding of her actions, even when I didn't agree with her choices."
Despite not approving of my mother's relationship with Patrick, I had always respected her wishes and supported her in the best way I could. I even got involved in some businesses related to him, understanding that it was pointless for me to be against it, as she would follow her path regardless of my opinion.
"I know you don't like talking about this subject, but I believe two heads are better than one," Ryan began, leaving me curious. "When exactly did Mary get involved with Mitchell? I imagine you were still a child, maybe you don't remember."
My assistant was right; it wasn't a topic I liked to discuss, and although I found that question strange given the circumstances, I felt the need to vent and distract myself a bit from the anxiety I felt about my mother's arrival.
"I was already running my own company when my mother got involved with Patrick," I recounted. "To be more precise, twelve years ago."
The way Ryan reacted to that information intrigued me because he seemed very surprised as if that simple fact made a difference to us, which wasn't true.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you so surprised?"
"I thought Mary had been with Patrick for longer than just twelve years," he explained.
"Well, considering that they separated more than a year ago, they were together for eleven years," I corrected. "But that's quite a long time wasted, in my opinion."
"Of course, you're right," he agreed but seemed to ponder for a moment without elaborating further.
It was a little past ten o'clock, and I felt mentally exhausted. However, I knew I could only rest after talking to Sarah because since leaving London, I hadn't had a chance to speak with her. The concern for my mother made me wary of saying anything that could strain our relationship.
I didn't like her decision not to accompany me back to Seattle. Irritation and fatigue could make my words harsher than intended. And at this moment, the last thing I needed was for Sarah to be upset with me.
After the phone conversation, I felt calmer and more composed. It was important to make sure we were okay. I desired to convince her to stay by my side, not thousands of miles away on another continent, where I couldn't have her close whenever I wanted, and it wasn't just about the physical aspect of the relationship. I longed to share other things with her: going out to dinner, having her company at events, or simply being together on the couch, discussing different topics, or watching TV. I wanted to experience all the things that normal couples enjoy, and I wanted to do it with Sarah because being together was the most important thing. Sarah occupied my thoughts before bedtime and was the first person on my mind when I woke up in the morning.
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Before six o'clock, I was anxiously waiting in the living room for my mother's arrival. I knew she would be tired after traveling from Houston to Seattle in less than twenty-four hours, but I couldn't wait any longer than necessary. When I finally faced her, I wanted to know what was bothering her and the reason for her trip to Texas.
"I figured you'd already be here," Ryan commented, coming down the stairs. "Did you manage to sleep?"
"Yes," I confirmed. "I slept more than I thought I would and just woke up now."
"I'll make some coffee for us," he offered.
I nodded in agreement, and he headed to the hallway that led to the kitchen. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the approaching footsteps until I heard my mother's familiar and beloved voice say:
"Hi, son. I hope I didn't cause as much concern as I imagine I did."
Her voice sounded uncertain and sad at the same time, which saddened me too, because her happiness is my happiness, and her sadness affects me as well. She also looked tired, with pronounced bags under her eyes and a wrinkled dress, likely the result of the long and exhausting hours of travel, from Seattle to Houston and back to Seattle.
Without beating around the bush, I got straight to the most important point:
"What happened, Mom? What are you hiding from all of us? I can't keep waiting for you to decide when the right time is to tell me the truth. I need to know everything now."
"I'll explain everything, Kael," she promised, immediately relieving me. "But before anything else, I want you to meet Maira, your sister."
It was only at that moment that I noticed the woman standing near the entrance of the room, motionless like a statue. My mind filled with questions and confused feelings upon discovering the existence of a sister I had been unaware of.
"How do you mean, my sister?" I asked, genuinely shocked by the revelation.
"We share the same mother, Kael. Therefore, we're siblings."
The woman appeared to be around twenty-five years old, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with long hair braided to the side. Her appearance exuded confidence and assurance. Although she didn't resemble my mother in any way, there was something about her face that seemed familiar, although I still couldn't quite identify who she was.
My question was direct and filled with emotion: "How can I have a sister of this age, your daughter, and only find out about it now?" I looked at my mother as I asked the question but gestured toward the unknown woman.
"Sister?" Ryan asked, dropping the cup he was holding, his face turning pale.
The tension in the room was palpable, and I anxiously awaited my mother's explanation.
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