Kimberly’s POV
Two more days had passed by and I had been on my best behavior so much even, that I not long after the talk with my father, was let out of the chair and put in front of a table where food had been prepared for me so I could eat something.
“Is the food to your liking?” he asked as he joined me in the room and while I just shoveled the food down my throat I nodded.
“Good, now I assume you have some questions for me?” he asked as he sat down across the table.
I swallowed my food and looked up at him, not really knowing what to say, and when I didn’t say a thing, he continued.
“I asked myself, so you won’t get in trouble for saying whatever is on your mind,” he sighed. “I’m not that cruel.”
Except… he was.
“Back then, before all of this and before jail… You weren’t
