"… Dad, about this… Paul always used to craft in his mind words I never told… yet Theressa does know I am able to talk now."
"… she does?"
"Yes… has she not told you about it?"
"… Dear… I…" — The pain in his expression could not be concealed as he was to convey an answer to my curiosity, for I had thought she would tell as soon as an opportunity appeared. — "Your decision I truly do not oppose it. Now that we are talking about your siblings… I have paid visits to your sister as much as I have managed to for I need permission to do so… Paul cannot receive any visits… Yet your sister… as I told you before she only cries day and night…"
"… is she being mistreated at prison?"
"… no… Theressa… ever since we found you at that house, she has not stopped crying… she barely eats… she wouldn't answer to my words and continue saying that… she's at fault for your death…"
"She's not aware that I am alive?"
