Diora
Maybe it was the air-conditioning system in my room working in an overdrive or it was just the retelling of the havoc a father wreaked on his son's life just to prove a point, that rendered me so cold and stiff where I sat. I could barely move a muscle. I just folded my hands on my lap, staring into space and struggling to get a hang of the whirlwind of emotions swimming through me.
But something weirdly stood out.
There was a bizarre contrast between the way my heart clenched at the thought of what he went through at the hands of that monster and the utmost feeling of confusion that crippled me to a spot. I could stomach the fact that his father was a psychotic maniac but what didn't sit well with me was how I was in his story.
It didn't add up.
There was no way in hell I woul
