His words hung heavy in the air even as it settled in my mind. It sounded off and too wrong.
“Your father murdered mine.”
How could that even be possible? The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. My spine went rigid even before I even realised what was happening.
“Rico…” I mumbled, “Take it back!”
Rico’s jaw tightened. “Why?”
“I said, take those filthy words back.”
His eyes suddenly grew hard and he stared me in the eye. “This might be hard for you, but one thing I don’t do is lie.”
“You have no right to throw that kind of accusation out of the blues.” My voice cracked. “My dad was…”
“A traitor,” he said, cutting me short with a low, sharp voice. “He put a bullet in my father’s chest and smiled while my mother begged. I remember.”
For a moment, I couldn’t tell which way was u
