Truth

Katya

I was tired of hearing those words.

Ferrara had apologized when he kept secrets from me, and now my only parent was doing the same, turning his eyes away from me.

"So...sorry? Sorry?"

Fuck, I had thought there was nothing left in me.

Based on what Carlos had told me, the perpetrators of our countless attempted murders had been caught, and the puzzle I had been racking my brain to solve for years, had finally been pieced together.

It was the period of resolution, I should feel relieved.

Yet, seeing the one who had tried to protect me from my father, and spent hours braiding my hair, wrecked me.

"Baby, please don't cry." Ferrara was saying beside me. When had he stood and placed his hands on my shoulders?

All I knew was that I was finally seeing my parent, but not in the way I had imagined.

Not with him in cuffs, and certainly not in a confrontational manner.

"Forgive me, Katya. I...I knew you wouldn't accept me this way, and I didn't want to make you ashamed or..."

"Shut up, Ca