Angela was welcoming as a host, permitting him to stay in the house with us.
Of course, asta had to persuade and convince her.
It seemed like Angela also had suspicions about him.
He looked aged and worn out, unlike the young driven man I used to call father.
I couldn’t remember vividly outlast encounter, but I could remember the hurt I felt afterwards.
I refuse to feel that way again.
And then there was Leo, who was checking on me and watching me with a concerned expression. He knew that I was struggling, and he was waiting for me to make a decision.
He somehow felt guilty for the situation at hand, which made sense.
After all, our father wouldn’t have known our whereabouts if Leo hadn’t tried playing arbitrator.
But what was the right decision? Should I forgive our father and
