'Darling, I need you to tell me everything you remember about your father.' he said his voice praying cautiousness. confusion fell over me. I stared at him prepared to ask a thousand questions. but for some reason I was not necessarily prepared to do so. something was up and he would tell me once again the courage to do so. I felt like I would be invading privacy if I demanded to know about some things.
'There is still a lot about him and I don't think if you start talking about that right now will be able to finish.' I explained setting down my back as I proceeded to move towards the kitchen.
' what are you doing?' he asked immediately I entered. there had been a maid seated right over the chairs in the kitchen with a phone in her hands. I'm not necessarily sure what she was doing but I wouldn't care less.
