Ilona
A lump formed in my throat at the sight of the words before me. A few pages ago, Mother wrote at length about how Father loved me and spent every minute with me. My head pounded with confusion as I yearned for it all to end. The rabbit hole I had discovered turned out to be endless. Now, I found myself continuing to fall without an end in sight.
Hesitance numbed my fingers and I closed my eyes. I refused to open them and read the truth about Father, proving Theo was right all along. But, was it a sin to live in oblivion, in a world where my father loved me unconditionally?
Yet, I knew that Mother would want me to know the truth. Above all, she was the one person I trusted with my whole heart and always had. For her, I needed to read the bitter truth. So, with a heavy heart, a dee
