It seems it wasn't mine, the memory where Robert pats my head. It was one of Julia's.
As he looks at the two of them, Julia and Raphael, I realise the situation. So, Robert is Julia's... father? How is that possible?
Wasn't he supposed to be dead? What about her mother, then?
My girl's fingers clench my arm with all her strength, and her lips tremble in shock.
I know how shocked I am to hear this news. I can't start imagining what's going on in Julia's head.
«How is this possible?» she asks, in fact. «You are not dead.»
«No, I am not,» Robert sighs. «You grew up so much. You're so similar to your mother.»
«And mom? Where is mom?»
Robert shakes his head, his eyes deeply sad. For a moment, I can see only pain in his expression.
But then, he realises that his daughter is clinging to me. And he makes the same face Raphael had when he sensed that I have Julia's blood in my veins.
«You!» he spits out.
Ah, damn it.
