Alice POV
Mr. Azrael looks at me as if he has heard something that his mind cannot fully process. I don’t understand why he has a photo of my mother here. Does he know her? From where? I don’t remember my father ever talking to me about the Clayton family or the Bulgākov family. I never heard those surnames.
In fact, my father never talked about anything with me. The only thing he did was hit me when he was in a very bad mood. After all, I never looked for more family from my mother. I believed she had no one. And now I find a photo of her. I know it is her because it is the same photo I had in my house, the same one Diana and her mother tried to throw in the trash. It is the same one, and I would recognize it anywhere.
Did my mother have a lover? I looked at the photo and then at Azrae
