Chapter Thirty-one
~ROSALINE~
What?
“Since Amelia was born, my mother has taken care of her.”
"How..." I pause. Perhaps this question might be too much.
"How did she die?" He chuckles. "Let's just say she wasn't supposed to be in this cruel world, in such a family."
"Your father didn't know?"
"He knew about her but he didn't know she was my child. He thought I adopted her."
"Oh..."
He stands from the seat. "Let me get you a new spoon."
The loss of a child. I cannot even begin to imagine.
I run my hands through my hair.
Just how much is he going through? His cold demeanor? Was it to lock away all the pain? His father, his daughter.
He returns from the kitchen and hands me the spoon.
"Thank you."
He nods and makes to move back to where he was sitting.
"Care to join me?"
