I blinked once, twice_ not sure I heard Enos right. "What?" My pulse was beating on my neck. "That can't be real."

The most sincere man in my life sighed, using his thick fingers to rub his eyes. This conversation is making him tired by the minute and I feel like I'm dragging him in my mess. "I was frankly as shocked as you are to find out." Enos said, "But James assured me about the address. He even gave me receipts of phone calls and mails. It appears to be true."

My father? With my brothers? All this while. They have been together for this entire time and I was always confused, worried sick and they just left me there.

They left me behind and never said a word. But they've been intouch with each other. I asked my brothers if they knew what happened to dad before they left florida but they claimed cluelessness.

They always knew.

And instead chose to lie to me about it.

I feel so betrayed.

Enos' fingers lightly wiped my falling tears that I never noticed pouring. "They left me."

It stung.

It really hurt.

"It was intentional." I tried not to stutter. It was hard admitting that out loud. Turns out It wasn't impossible to take me with them after all. They could've done it. Because if they have been together, it can only mean they had an option to be with me too but they just chose to leave me behind.

How could they do that?

Why would they do that?

Enos drew me much closer to his body, resting my head on his supportive shoulder for supporting the confused love of his life.

"What was so wrong with me that they'd exclude me from their lives?" I palmed my mouth, I didn't want to weep outloud in a crowded park. It's a shame grieving for the living. And so much more agonizing to realise that once again, you weren't chosen.

"There isn't anything wrong with you my love." Enos comforted. "Absolutely nothing."

I held my chest.

That was a different kind of pain.

It throbbed in a stinging way.

"I don't think I can do it." I asserted. "Tolerating to look at them again after finding this out." We stayed silent again. Me crying quietly as minutes passed. How did James even reach them? I remember he did a background check on me before, how much has he already found out? Does he know of my father's crimes? Dear Lord! I can't even dare to imagine how he must think of me and my father. Gregory Wilson has done alot of terrible things. We are children of a broken regime, a man running from the law for critical accusations that are seventy percent true.

"Perhaps there's a logical explanation. You won't ever know unless you take this trip." Enos voiced. "Think about it Elisabeth. Your brothers might have a reason strong enough for what they have done."

"What reason is that?" I tried not to crack with a silenced tone.

"They have the answers not anyone else."

"In georgetown." I rephrased. "They expect us to go to South America."

Enos paused, somehow caught back and I raised my head to look at his face.

"Georgia." He corrected. "Not georgetown. They want us to fly to Europe."

My eyes dilated as my composer left. "Europe?"

"Yes."

"And you agreed to this?" I stared at him.

"Did I have a choice? This is about your father and brothers."

"We can't afford it." I reminded. "I thought you meant georgetown, people call that place Georgia, but I didn't think we would be flying across the globe. We can't aff......"

He placed a finger on my lips. "You can't afford it. But it doesn't mean I can't either."

Enos as done more for me and this would just be too much. "I can't let you do this. You have done enough already."

"And I'm not complaining." He nailed. I closed my eyes, the intensity of his stare was too much to watch.

"It's too far." I argued thoughtful. Why would they go to Georgia? Of all the places they could've gone in America, they decided to leave the continent.

"And yet, we are going." He affirmed.

"This is just too expensive." I argued again.

"Wouldn't you have done the same for me?" He raised, Knowing fully well that I would've done it for him in a heart beat if I could.

It was a losing game.

Enos is a persistent man, flavored with patience and a big heart. I could never win against him even if I tried. Not with him holding me this way. Not with those hands coaxing me to him.

It was a losing end.

"Your silence was the only answer I needed. We leave in a week time. The sooner the better. They said Georgia is temporary residence and they might leave soon. We can't miss them." Enos added.

"That's not their home?" My voice carried surprise.

"According to James, your father said that the only home he knows is florida."

Something in my little naive weak heart swelled despite years of living in the grave upon hearing that my father still considered orlando home. If only he knew that we lost that house a year ago. There's no home to return to now. For any of us.

We sat there, in each other's arms for hours. Making plans and budgets. After that, the rest of the day was serene. We had dinner in a cute restaurant on town square, talked of things that didn't involve my father. We talked about us, we talked about politics, we talked about places we wanted to go, things we wanted to do, and we talked about people. And then we eventually drove back home.

Robert wasn't so thrilled by the news of us leaving in less that six days. He wanted us to stay longer but Enos has always been a good soother. Robert accepted the outcome and he made us promise to stay intouch.

Tulipa cried herself to sleep.

Charlie thought it is better to tell the girl sooner than later. It will help her accept the matter better. I and Enos slept next to her the entire night. It felt ironic but really nice. The picture was actually appealing in my head. Perhaps we could have a future just like this one. Helping a little girl fall asleep after a long hard day.

At the time I didn't even realise that picturing yourself with someone in the future could actually mean something more than what you'd ever think.

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