Chapter 110

• Linc Dmitri
• It is with great effort that I don't fly out of my seat and start pacing the length of the den with stomping footsteps. That is how frustratingly mad I am right now. I am livid but I manage to keep it reeled in. I know Amelia would be thinking that Cecilia knows something about us. But I seriously doubt that is true. It is highly unlikely. I haven't seen the woman in over two years and the only connection we had was Kathryn. Our circles never quite got intermingled. Besides, it is not like I have gone around telling everyone I know that I am in a relationship with my stepdaughter. Even Chris, my best friend doesn't know yet. It is not that I am ashamed of us and the beautiful thing we have created, but the choking guilt of it all is close to shame. The line is muddled and it is tough, especially on days like this.
• Cecilia is just bluffing with her subtle jabs. She walked in not expecting to find Amelia here, and when she does, she starts weaving suspicions out of the air. I remember her. I know her because I knew Kathryn. Cecilia can be sly with an unhealthy obsession to always get what she wants. The crazy thing is that Kathryn didn't even like her when she was alive. She thought she was classless. She hated her hair the most. The consistent fakeness of it. I used to find it all amusing. The dynamics of their friendship. The whole clique. They got together and clacked like hens, but once they went their separate ways, they hawed away at each other and it can be ruthless to witness.