“Do you have evidence to support your claims, Father?” Dexter’s voice was neutral and his head was hung low but there was a sudden change in atmosphere, I could feel it. He doesn’t believe that lie, does he?
“You know I never say things I can’t prove.” The King replied, stepping away from me so he could flop down on the couch, his legs crossing and his fingers clasping on his knee.
“You saw the perpetrator with your own two eyes, didn’t you? I bet you haven’t forgotten.”
Dexter’s Adam’s apple bobbed, looking as if he’d seen a ghost. The King was the only one who seemed to be enjoying this tension. His true colors is truly starting to show and I feel like a fool to not have expected something like this.
Me deceiving Dexter? My mother a rebel? Killing Dexter’s brother? Ridiculous! I’ve
