Onyx’s POV
She was in pain, and it was ironic how she didn't have to say a word about that, but somehow I was able to feel it.
Her eyes held more pain than I could fathom, and that was when it dawned on me that she had suffered way more than I did. If my father had survived, I knew there was no way he would let me live the way she had done.
If he had to beg, my father would be willing to get scraps of food just so I would get something to eat. I knew he wouldn't watch me fend for the family.
Her father had failed her, complicated her life when he ought to have made it better, and suddenly, I found myself wondering if I hadn't made a mistake by sparing him in the first place.
“Mr. Louis, you have to understand that I'm clearly carrying out my duties, and it would help if you didn't
