Marie wished for clarity...

Marie woke up in a fog. Her thoughts were muddled and her heart raced a hundred beats a minute. All she wished for was some clarity in her life be it her purpose, her future, her family situation, and after Lochte’s speech from yesterday she finally came to the realization that she needed to make a decision about her father and that was to either end their relationship or to keep him in her life because it was her father after all. The two hadn’t gained much ground in their relationship. It was stagnant, consisting of small talk about the weather and food, yet they avoided talking about Marie’s mother. Marie felt as if no one understood how it felt to have someone ripped away from you in an instant and that someone was the person she was closest to in the world. In the back of Marie’s mind she knew her mother’s murder was at the merciless hands of one of her father’s enemies. Marie also knew that a conversation about her father’s doings in Colombia and his connection to her mother’s death was long overdue.

Marie and her father were watching a telenovela while Atlas dosed on the hard maple wood floors, always at Marie’s side.  Marie was overcome by a strong sense of empowerment and blurted out of nowhere, “Daddy. What happened with mom four years ago? I feel as if I deserve to know the truth now as I have been kept in the dark for so long.”
He sighed and hastily replied, “Ah. I knew this would be a conversation I must face at some point in time. I am sorry Marie to the extent at which I have avoided it for so long. I don’t know how to talk about it because you know I lost someone I loved so deeply too. She was your mother but she was also my lover, my best friend and the only woman besides you that I care about the most in this world.”

Marie said, “I understand you are affected greatly. But I cannot have an honest relationship with you or any relationship with you unless I know the complete truth.”

Mr. Matías looked ahead with blank eyes, “My dear I’m not ready right now to tell you,” and with that he got up and walked out of the apartment.

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