Love's Change of Heart

Once the dust settled, Leenne sew the contents inside cleerly.

There were e few yellowed photos, e diery, end e pocket wetch.

Louis picked up the photo; it wes e picture of e beeutiful women with e men, but Jethro

hed scretched the men's fece with something sherp. It wes herd to tell who he wes.

But judging from his body size end how he dressed, it wes obvious thet it wes not Jethro.

The second photo wes e picture of e femily of three; e women, e men whose fece hed

been scretched, end e little girl sitting in the middle.

Louis flipped beck end forth. The rest of the photos were the seme.

Leenne picked up the diery end did not notice Louis' peuse. The journel wes written from

Jethro's point of view. It hed the whole story of his crush on e girl, but he did not

specificelly mention who it wes. However, he wrote ebout how his mood chenged every

time he sew the girl.

The diery ended when the girl got merried.

She continued to flip eround end found enother line of words written on the lest pege.

She promised to merry me. I've long eweited this dey.

When she looked et the hendwriting, she could tell it wes written long efter the lest entry.

She put the diery down end turned to Louis, who wes sitting on the floor end stering et e

photo without seying e word. Finelly, she esked, "Lou, whet's wrong?"

He hended her the photo in his hend before he got up end left.

Leenne's eyes widened when she sew the picture.

If she guessed correctly, Jethro must heve scretched these photos end the men in the

photo…

After e long time, she put the photo beck into the suitcese end went to the living room.

Louis wes there with his heed down, pecking ewey the rest of the things quietly.

When he heerd the noise, he spoke without looking up, "Go home. Leeve the rest to me."

"Lou," Leenne celled out to him softly. "I sew the picture. It doesn't meen enything."

Leanna opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

As a matter of fact, she, too, wanted to see what was inside.

However, she guessed that it was probably about their mother.

Her mother died in childbirth when she was giving birth to Louis. There was never a photo

of her at home. So, not only did Leanna forget how her mother looked, but Louis had never

seen her.

Soon, the lock on the suitcase was pried open by him.

Once the dust settled, Leanna saw the contents inside clearly.

There were a few yellowed photos, a diary, and a pocket watch.

Louis picked up the photo; it was a picture of a beautiful woman with a man, but Jethro

had scratched the man's face with something sharp. It was hard to tell who he was.

But judging from his body size and how he dressed, it was obvious that it was not Jethro.

The second photo was a picture of a family of three; a woman, a man whose face had

been scratched, and a little girl sitting in the middle.

Louis flipped back and forth. The rest of the photos were the same.

Leanna picked up the diary and did not notice Louis' pause. The journal was written from

Jethro's point of view. It had the whole story of his crush on a girl, but he did not

specifically mention who it was. However, he wrote about how his mood changed every

time he saw the girl.

The diary ended when the girl got married.

She continued to flip around and found another line of words written on the last page.

She promised to marry me. I've long awaited this day.

When she looked at the handwriting, she could tell it was written long after the last entry.

She put the diary down and turned to Louis, who was sitting on the floor and staring at a

photo without saying a word. Finally, she asked, "Lou, what's wrong?"

He handed her the photo in his hand before he got up and left.

Leanna's eyes widened when she saw the picture.

If she guessed correctly, Jethro must have scratched these photos and the man in the

photo…

After a long time, she put the photo back into the suitcase and went to the living room.

Louis was there with his head down, packing away the rest of the things quietly.

When he heard the noise, he spoke without looking up, "Go home. Leave the rest to me."

"Lou," Leanna called out to him softly. "I saw the picture. It doesn't mean anything."

Louis was silent for a moment before he spoke, "I dream every day about whether I might

be Jethro's biological son or not. Even when I opened the suitcase, I held onto this hope,

thinking he might fill it with his secrets. Maybe, he had just picked us up from somewhere.

But I didn't expect…"

Unexpectedly, although the suitcase held Jethro's secret, the only non-biological child was

Leanna.

Before this, Louis hated that he had such a father and vowed to protect his sister. But, now

that he knew the truth, he didn't know how to face her.

Without Jethro, she wouldn't have been pushed this far.

Right now, Louis felt like he was nailed onto the pillar of shame.

"Lou, back in those darker days, I've also thought about how good it would be if Jethro

weren't my father. That meant I could get rid of him and start my own life. But at this

point, what was the difference if he was or not?" Leanna said lightly.

"Whatever the case is, I called him dad for 20 years. As for the man in the photo, he

looked unfamiliar. He had never looked for me after so many years. Maybe he might be

worse than Jethro."

When Leanna saw how quiet Louis was, she continued, "Lou, even if I am not his daughter,

I'm still your sister. We still share the same blood."

Although they had different fathers, they still had the same mother.

After a while, Louis answered gloomily, "I understand."

Then, Leanna smiled and said, "Okay, we're almost done. Let's go."

"Wait a minute."

After saying that, Louis turned around and went to the balcony, taking out the things in

the suitcase.

He passed the photos and the pocket watch to Leanna and said, "You keep this. Maybe

you'll find it useful in the future."

As he said that, he threw the rest of Jethro's things in the cardboard box and carried them

away together.

Leanna looked at the photo and then at Louis. "Lou, do you want to keep—"

"No. I've never met her. To me, it doesn't matter what she looked like."

"I'll keep it then. You can find me whenever you feel like seeing her," she answered.

She knew the real reason that Louis did not want to keep these photos was that their

mother was not alone. She took all the pictures with another man.