Chapter 114 Uncle Artie (2)

• Genevieve
• I stood there, the air in the room suddenly feeling nonexistent. My chest heaved. Beads of perspiration formed on my head despite the functioning air conditioning in the office. I looked at Arthur—my "Uncle" Artie—and for the first time in twenty years, I didn't recognize the man sitting across from me. He had become a completely different person.
• "Uncle Artie, please forgive me," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I don't know why… I can't…" I stuttered. "It was a mistake. A one-time thing, I swear!" I lied through my teeth. "It won't happen again. You can't tell my dad. He shouldn't know of any of this. You know what he'll do. He'll disown me. He'll kill me."