But, things turned out differently than I had imagined—Kelly only allocated me one of her family's old houses.
“You reported the company's tax issues back then. Now most of the funds are frozen in the accounts. This is all I can give you.”
“If it weren’t for Leo pleading on your behalf, you wouldn’t get a single cent.”
I could never win against her—not since childhood.
She was steady, meticulous and never acted on impulse. She skillfully used strategy and power to achieve her goals.
I, on the other hand, was always the type to charge headlong into things without a second thought and although it caused immense damage to my enemy, it caused greater injuries to myself.
I fell silent, just as she’d wanted.
Before selling the house and heading south, I still went to Leo’s art exhibition. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
A giant projection in the city center displayed the man’s handsome face. The exhibition was titled “The Key to the Heart”.
It was a phrase we’d often spoken in our youth. It symbolized the pure, untainted hope of adolescence. It is the most sincere and beautiful connection between friends.
With the last shred of near-masochistic nostalgia, I armored myself fully.