"...I don't understand. How did this happen?!" Dad was mad as he yelled into the phone, making us even more confused.
What was the problem, now? There was nothing so shocking in hearing this psychopath's name... unless... He knew him? Did Dad know who he was so much that he was unable to believe it after hearing the name? Was that it? The thought of Dad knowing him had me furrowing my brows. He hardly knew my school mates. In fact, he knew only Sam and Mirabel because they were my then closest friends and they came over everytime.
Or worse... Another scenario played in my head.
If this secret admirer was not my school mate after all but a man that Dad knew. His friend, colleague, employee, or even an enemy. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Dad's now anemic hand holding the phone dropped down limply from his ear. "He's dead." He muttered, barely audible.
"Who's dead?" Mom asked the question on everybody's mind.
