I watch Sara run crying from the room and out the door. What the hell just happened?
I turned to Marcella. This bitch looks like the cat that ate the canary. I feel a surge of protectiveness for Sara.
I caught the end of the conversation. I don’t think either of them noticed me listening at first. I was just trying to find Sara and the boys and I walk in on this.
I could slap Marcella. Her greed has gone too far. She clearly wants the fortune for herself.
She didn’t endure what I did when I was kicked out. No one else in the family did. This money is a new start for me. It’s the least my horrible father could do.
But at this point, I don’t even care about the money. It’s just money.
Sara is important though. It makes me furious that someone went out of their way to hurt her. She’s the kindest and most gentle person I’ve ever met.
And she was humiliated and put down until she ran from the house crying.
“What the hell was that about?” I ask Marcella angrily. “You did a background check?”
Marcella grins wickedly. “It’s over, Lucille. I caught on to your little game. You’re not stealing our family’s fortune that easily.”
“You’re messing with my family, Marcella.”
Marcella is taken aback. She clearly didn’t expect that.
I don’t care. Marcella isn’t my family. I don’t keep her close to my heart. I didn’t with my father either.
But Sara is different. Sara has opened her heart to others in ways that Marcella can never imagine.
That’s the type of person I want in my family. That’s the person I’ve fallen in love with.
“Well, why don’t we wait to hear what Aunt Adelaide thinks about that? I’m sure she won’t be too pleased to find out you were trying to lie to us.”
I shake my head at her. “You’re messing with a good person. Don’t you see how cruel that is? If you really cared about family like you’re claiming to now, you wouldn’t be trying to hurt mine.”
“A good person, huh?” She asks. “Why don’t you read that police report about your ‘good person’.”
Is she really trying to bait me like this? She could produce a paper saying anything about Sara, and I wouldn’t care.
“I don’t have to. I know who Sara is. I know what a good person looks like.”
I look back towards the front door. “And the best person in this house just walked out that door.”
I run out to try and catch Sara. I leave Marcella in the kitchen. I don’t care about the ruse or the money anymore. I just want to hold her and tell her it will be alright.
I hope with all of my heart that it isn’t too late. I could never forgive myself if I let her get away. I would never get over it.
Sara doesn’t deserve to be hurt like that. She deserves someone who will protect her from harm and someone who will make her smile every day.
I want to be that person for her. I need to be that person.
I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her. No one else can compare to her. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, kind, and everything that everyone should aspire to be.
No one can hold a candle to her. I want what we’ve been telling everyone to be real. I want to be the special person in her life. I feel like I’ll die of heartbreak if I’m not.
I would do anything for Sara, and that’s being put to the test right now.
I see her load the kids into the taxi from the front porch.
“Sara!” I yell out to her. She looks back at me for a moment. She looks incredibly hurt. She starts to get into the car.