Claira stepped out from Diego's cell, her face was flush but she didn't care. Just as she started walking down the hall heading toward her room, Luca came around the corner. Her father wore a shite shirt and dank blue pants. He was clean cut and he looked relived to see her.
"Father?" Claira quickly hid her arm behind herself, and smiled at her father. Luca closed the distance between the two of them and hugged his daughter like he always had, kissing her cheek tenderly. He caressed the side of her head, touching her hair like he always did.
"Daughter, I heard you were with Donas's boy, and I heard what happened between him and Jason." He watched Claira, as she nodded, tucking the towel into her back pocket she was sure the wound had already healed. She placed a hand over her fathers as she stopped him from continuing to stroke her hair.
"Yes Diego pushed Jason buttons so I had him removed. But I got him to talk a little, turns out he's the only born they have."
