NIGHTINGALE

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“No, no please. I needed the money, where else was I supposed to get it from?” My father yelled.

Destros must have turned his attention to my father. I still refused to watch.

“I don’t know much about parenting, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to sell your children like a piece of bread.” Destros answered like he was already bored of the conversation.

“You’re in no position to judge me.” My father spat.

“You do worse things than me everyday.”

“That may be true. But even I know that there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. You protect your blood, you don’t sell them. Where is...