Chapter Twelve

Emma

My father didn't seem surprised by my attitude. The truth was that he was looking at me with anger.

"What are you thinking about life, Emma? You don't have to want anything. That decision was made a long time ago. If you're alive now, it's thanks to this marriage."

"I'd rather be dead than have to go through this."

I feel a burning slap in my face. My father had just hit me. Like he had never done before.

"You got married, but you are still an immature girl. You don't know what death is for you to desire it."

My mother stood still in place, with no reaction to what my father had just done to me.

"I suffer a lot from that, Dad."

"If you're suffering it's because you're not acting like you should."

How did he think I should act? I couldn't be around Boris without him doing something that would make me sad.

"Just the fact that you're here already shows how you act in your marriage. Luigi and you only bring me headaches."

I refused to cry at that moment. I won't do that, even if it h