☆Blake☆
I sat back down with a loud huff and tried to make sense of this newfound information.
“I – I don’t understand, how could he have been married to your mother when he was already married to mine?” the question Levana asked just seemed to throw us into a more complex confusion than before.
“How old were you when he left?” I questioned softly. I suddenly felt old and tired. Yet, I couldn’t help but ask the questions that would ultimately show me more about my father than I had ever bargained for.
“Twelve,” she answered. I couldn’t stop it; I couldn’t help it when my mouth fell open in shock. My mind started racing as I tried to put all the pieces together, as I thought back to the stories, I had been told growing up, to everything I knew about my father.
“You are telling me tha
