MIA
Tension in the air was thick after what he said, which made Lyla come closer to the surface. “He hates our dad for everything.”
I said nothing but kept my eyes on him until I heard someone coming closer to the table. “We don’t need to talk about him,” my grandmother said, which made me look at her and then at my grandfather, who shook his head.
“I know he did some horrible things to you. I don’t know the extent of it all, but I would like to know when you can trust me.”
I looked back at him. I never had anyone be direct towards me, especially about my past with the abuse from my father.
“I don’t like talking about it,” I said, slightly irritated about this whole thing.
The way he said those words made me wonder if he did the same to my mum. I was starting to feel pissed at
