Lyanna
I drag myself towards the main entrance, my eyes nearly falling out of their sockets, my mouth is agape, my skin having run cold.
My father was a rapist?
But he loved Mother so much? We were a perfect family, how is this even possible?
I swallow the lump that's forming in my throat, my chest tightening with each passing second.
Now, Louis wants to get it out on me. Oh gosh, I feel terrible.
His mother must have gone through a lot. How did– why would he do that to an innocent woman? What the hell?
My steps are getting wobbly, my vision blurry. Nothing is making sense.
"Could it be that he made that up?" I whisper, clutching my chest.
Then again, I saw the raw pain in his eyes when he spoke of how badly his mother was treated. His eyes carried so much hurt, I was at the verge of tears.
I already am.
