Chapter 9
Mara's POV
My family? Yeah right. What's good to tell about them? Except my dad of course.
But even still. What noble lie could I tell?
The gentle doctor said nothing. He only waited, his eyes presumedly fixed on me. 'Presumedly,' because I had no guts to look into his eyes at that moment.
I stared into my plate,my fork trembling slightly in my hand. The rich scent of garlic and herbs that once made my stomach flutter with satisfaction now only tightened it. His question lingered for a while–like a ghost I wasn't prepared to match.
I managed to clear my throat.
"So..." I began softly,staring at the food as though it could give me the courage to speak, "my father was on the verge of death just a few weeks ago."
Great. A good starter right there! How ironic.
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