Chapter 80

Convincing Father.

The cellar was cold and dimly lit as Lilian tiptoed barefooted into it. The bile rose to her throat when she saw him, a small sack covered over his face.

“Father?” She whispered as she inched further, her fingers reaching the rough sack over his head, her heart pounding in wonder — would he remember her, or would he be just like her mother?

She quickly slid the sack off his head, and her eyes were met with the cold and stern eyes of her father. Lilian could feel her nerves wracking. There were days that her father had scared her, almost every day actually. It...