78. Rowan's POV
My mother died. No, cross that, she was killed.
She was gruesomely murdered and my father found her body in their country side home. Her throat was slashed and she drowned in her own blood.
My father is very calm about it, but since the moment he told me how my mother died, I have been boiling with rage.
Who would do something like that to my mother? She was never the type to make trouble with anyone.
My father sits in his seat and I watch him eat up the plate that Draka served him food. He is eating as if he hasn't eaten in days.
“You know, this is the first good meal I am eating since your mother died.” He murmurs as he eats even more.
I can't even bring myself to touch the food. Draka is a very good cook, but I can eat when my mother is in a morgue cooler.
