Listening to my sister suffer made my heart ache so hard that I even staggered slightly, which made me grab the doorknob to steady myself a little.
- Are we the ones causing her to suffer? - Joseph's voice was cracked. I knew he felt the same way I did.
-No. It's our father. - I said and opened the door to enter my sister's room, who I found crying on the floor, leaning her head on the edge of the bed. I walked over to her and carefully carried her to sit her on the bed.
- What are you doing here? - Said my sister, covering her face with her hands so I couldn't see her.
-We know what's going on. - Joseph closed the door behind him and sat down on a bedside table.
- What do you mean? - Isabella raised her face to look at us, scared that we were angry with her.
-We know what my father
