Deans words sends my mind spinning. I lean on the wall to save myself from falling.
"How can that be?" I ask in a weak voice, hoping he will laugh and admit that he was fabricating the story.
"Are you sure you want to know? You look like you're going to collapse!" Dean says, taking hold of my arm to steady me.
"I am fine, just tell me!" I say stubbornly and jerk my hand away.
"Okay, this is what I have heard. Before the war, your father used to be the most popular, most beloved Reader throughout Levanda. He was sought of goodlooking so every single woman admired him." Dean starts.
Sounds like a sweet gossip and I want to hear more.
"Was he the Reader your mother wanted to meet when she met your father?" I ask, recalling the time he told me that his beautiful mother was obsessed w
