Chapter Twenty

(Leo's POV)

The room is barren and cold as I sit in the metal chair. Small slivers of sunlight sneak their way onto the table as I wait for the guards to return. The creak of the door signals their arrival, along with the shuffle of worn shoes.

Taking a seat across from me, my father remains silent and stone faced. I take a deep breath and ready myself for any means of manipulation that he might attempt.

“I'm glad you came,” he states, a tired air hanging off every word. I pause and glare across at his wrinkled pale face.

“Don't get ahead of yourself, father. The only reason I'm here is for an answer,” I grumble with unrestrained disdain. He leans back in his chair and sighs, no longer able to lecture me about anything.

“And what question might that be?” father asks. We sat there a moment, the words caught in my throat.

“Did mom know?” I finally inquired.

“No, I made sure she never suspected anything. Though it did put a strain on us both, regardless,” he recalls.

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