“You... You don’t...” Allegra began to stutter, looking at Equilay who was silent with his head down. “Equilay...” it pained her to see her sister in that position. But she deserved it well for not believing her. For not giving her the vote of confidence for the twenty-two years they had been sisters, being thick as thieves. She owed it to her.
Her father watched the situation without giving his opinion. Melody didn’t want him to get sick. Even though he was relatively a young man. She knew that such strong impressions could be fatal to a heart that was past fifty.
“Dad, you’d better sit down,” she approached him, intending to care for him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“What for? So, I won’t support Timothy? Do you think I believe Equilay?” he asked angrily.
“No daddy,” she was finally su
