We all locked our gazes on Hannah's father, who sat with his mouth agape, staring at my ex-father. As I watched him, he transformed from a buddy and a friend's father into a monster. Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, and after more than 15 minutes of stillness and stress, I finally heard Hannah's mother speak.
"Daniel, what is going on here?" she inquired.
"I d... don't know," he stammered, frozen to the place, before turning to my ex-father and asking, "What is her name?"
When I said, "Bethany, her name was Bethany Francis then," I didn't give him a chance to respond.
I received my response when he gasped and looked like he was about to pass out.
I gently stood up because my legs couldn't just carry me, but I made sure I was on my feet because the seat couldn't hold me any longer; my
