She's dead. My mother died after giving birth to me.
That's what I know. That is what they have made me believe since I was a kid. What is it I'm hearing now then?
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. My trembling hands made a sound which made my father snap his head in my direction. His eyes widened when our gazes met.
I calmly pulled the door close despite the raging storm inside me.
"Dad..." I mumbled. I didn't know where to start.
All these years, was I just living a lie?
"Liz," he huffed. "Angel," he can't seem to come up with anything.
"What is the meaning of this?" I barely pushed the words out of my throat due to my constricting chest.
"Angel... W-why are you here?" for the first time in my life, I saw fear written all over his face.
"Dad..." I muttered, not knowing
