WHY AM I CRYING? WHIS IS THIS BODY SO sensible and emotional these last days?
"Yes. It's all true, father. All true. I never lied about any of that. But no one believed me," that was all needed to make my father crumble.
With a move of his hand, he blocked all the entries to my chambers and kneeled on my bed. Crying as if he had just lost someone he loved. I gasped, in shock.
{"What do we do?"} I don't know.
I never thought I would ever see my father crying. Not even when my grandparents supposedly died he cried in front of us.
{"I've already told you I don't know what to do when I see someone crying. It's on you. Why don't you do what you did to Candice?"} Well, I don't think hugging my father would help. {"Have you tried?"}
Hm... No?! {"Then try."} What? No. I don't think he likes hugs.
{"Just hug your father, Natasha."} Damn it... Fine.
