Too Good at Goodbye

MEGAN

I COULDN’T hear this anymore without feeling the surge of jealousy inside my chest. I looked away and blinked when I got all weepy.

"At fifteen, Meadow became my girlfriend, and I thought we would get married. When I turned sixteen, I found out someone was looking for us. And the man that was once my father came back from the dead. He faked his death. That was why I fled to this country to protect my mother and myself."

"I left my Mama. I knew she was safe because no one would recognize her anymore, but I was not. That’s how I ended up here. Alan is not my uncle by blood."

"Why did you have to leave?" My head tipped to mom.

"Because of Oliver. My real father. Now Francois Xavier. He figured that I didn’t die, and perhaps, wanted to cut some loose ends."

"By killing his son?" I asked, confused, terrified.

"Maybe. He’s a monster after all."

"Why are you telling us about this? Why now?"