"What?" I asked, my brows coming together, my lips falling apart.

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel something to my heart. A stab. A violent pull. It's like when you hate someone so much that you want to kill them yourself, but seeing their dead body makes you want to die too.

"My... my father is dead?"

Florian blinked, his eyes growing a little darker, and his hands left me to slowly clasp behind me.

"Did you lie to me, Roxanne?"

I bit down on my lips, tears stinging the back of my ears violently, till it felt like I couldn't breathe.

"To answer your question,...