"So tell me Stacy.." My father said, softly but yet strict to my ears.
True, he had been hiding his emotion. He had been hiding his anger behind his stern voice. I knew him for all my life that there was something behind his calm voice. He wanted me to explain what had happened to me.
He wants me to say that I am fine.
"What are you hiding from me?" His question got me caught red handed.
Indeed, the truth was already in front of our eyes. The newspaper is the prove. Even there was a printed paper of an online news about a recent tragedy that happened back in NY. Back in my friend's apartment.
It was that tragedy that blown my friend's life in which she was not supposed to die.
"Where did you got all of these..?" I whispered. Actually, more to myself.
"How do you know about this?"
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