CHAPTER 47
*Tex* The longer I'm trapped in this cellar, the more I understand the missing piece to the puzzle. I think back to my past, when I was unaware of who my father really was. When I was young, and mom was alive, dad was always away. He'd return home, wounded, angry and take it out on her. Until one day, mom disappeared. She said she was going to pick some herbs in the woods nearby, but hours passed, and she never returned. Dad told me she left us because she wasn't ready to be a mother. She had been my mother for eight years already at that point, so I didn't understand. Now I do, I understand why she left, and it wasn't because of me. It was because of who my father is, what kind of person he aspires to be. She left because she was afraid, and I don't blame her. As I sit there
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