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"There is something you didn't know about, Joseph," Glee started, fiddling with the hem of her black, floor length skirt and eyeing me warily.

I released a shaky breath and looked steely into her honey, brown eyes that reflected composure and serenity. I had just about enough reveals in only a few hours. I didn't want to acknowledge any more- infact, it scared the hell out of me but, at the same time, curiosity was eating at my insides and pushing me to cave in.

I tried resisting for a while, biting my lips so I wouldn't ask any questions; questions whose answers would crumble me and leave me in shambles. But still, I had to know.

I swallowed visibly and bobbed my head in acceptance.

I was finally ready.

"Tell me," I demanded, bracing myself for the worst. Glee gave me a devilish grin, one that stretched wide across her face and the corners of her lips quirked upwards, as if in scorn. She was mocking me because, to her, I was weak and didn't have enough guts as she did.

Although, there was one thing she seemed to forget. I was a mother and I had duties and responsibilities, whereas, she didn't. Glee waited for a minute before she spoke up, "Joseph didn't die like you thought."

My eyebrow was arched in surprise, the movement caused my head to ache slightly and a vein continued to throb in my temple as I began to ruminate over the possibilities.

If my husband didn't die, then where had he been all these years I was struggling to fend for myself and Lisie?

My head was exploding with so much information, and I wasn't entirely sure Glee was telling me the truth about anything. But at the same time, there was no one to believe.

It was either her or nothing, and besides, she seemed to know more about my husband than I did. Despite the good number of years we had spent together.

"Are you trying to tell me that all I thought about my husband was wrong?" I asked, furrowing my brows and shaking my head in doubt. I couldn't believe it, the incredulity stunned me and left me a nervous wreck. I kept on biting my nails in panic and waited for Glee to give me an answer, as I continued tapping my feet impatiently on the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heaved a deep sigh and said, "I don't know about that."

It was almost sunrise when we began the journey. I wanted to get an early start in case of any technical issues I would encounter on the road. The morning rays of the sun made the town hazy as I zipped past with my car.

The wind nipped at my lengthy, brown hair, flying it in all directions, while some stuck to my face. The cold, morning air bit at my cheeks, it gave me a slight chill and made me feel a bit refreshed. I continued to observe Lisie intermittently through the rear-view mirror that was between my seat and the passenger's seat.

She was oddly quiet as she sipped her orange juice that was in a small bottle, and pressed her face closer to the window. I began wondering what was wrong with her.

Could it be the odd incident that had happened earlier, I thought to myself as I approached a speed breaker and had to step firmly on the brakes. Lisie's head bobbed forward and hit the wedge of my seat.

"Ouch." I heard her yell. She used her hand to massage the sore spot on her head and scrunched her face in anger.

I muttered a "sorry" as the car progressed at a much slower pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the can juice that Lisie had been drinking, splattered on the passenger's seat, the liquid was dripping slowly to the ground.

I heaved a sigh and flexed my stiff fingers on the steering wheel. I was beginning to think I was getting too paranoid about the whole incident but, at the same time, I had to be extra cautious.

Lisie lurched forward all of a sudden and began wisphering sweet nothingness in my right ear. It tickled me and I squealed in delight as the car swerved a little to the side. If there was one thing I hated; it was being vellicated but, any time Lisie wanted to get me overtly annoyed, that was the means she seemed to devise.

"Stop that," I yelled, willing her to stay put in her seat. "Put on your seat belt now."

The way I snapped made her compliant. She leaned back into her seat, and folded her arms over her small frame looking out at the tall trees and wild flowers that was one of the physical characteristics of Nellyville.

"I told you to put on your seat belt right?" I demanded, blowing out a breath in exasperation.

She grumbled but slowly slid the seat belt over her body and remained still. For a full minute, silence reined and seemed to engulf the car. When I couldn't take it any longer, I stretched my right hand to put on the radio, and after a few clicks, loud music blasted through. I toned down the volume a bit and focused my attention back on the road.

My favourite song Senorita by Camilla Cabello was on and I was swaying my body, my head moving in sync with the rhythm.

Then out of the blues, I heard Lisie yell above the loud music.

"Where are we going?" At that, I scratched my head with my left hand, keeping the right on the steering wheel.

Some minutes passed, before I spoke up. Through the rear-view mirror, I saw Lisie looking at me expectantly, curiosity brimming in her bright, blue eyes.

"We are going on a short trip, honey," I stated, my voice croaked at the edges.

"And where could that be?" she asked, inching forward from her seat.

I gripped the steering wheel in a firm manner and smiled briefly.

"You'll see . . . you'll see," I muttered, my voice inaudible. And with that, I leaned back in my seat and continued to enjoy the feel of the music.