Tanya's POV
"Ha," I let out and gaped at them. "Hahaha," I cracked up in a full hysterical laugh as their expressions remained grim. I kept laughing as the tears kept running. I was laughing so hard that I didn't know how I ended up with my back on the cold floor as humor took over.
I avoided peering at them again to avoid being hit with the reality of their statement as I continued in my hysterics.
"This isn't a joke," Mom hissed at me and I sat up, giggles still leaving my form.
"Of course it is," I snorted and stood up, snort running from my nose. "I mean it has to be."
"Tanya," Dad called, yet I dismissed him.
"It is," I hiccuped and rubbed my dusty palms on my dress. "You can't just sit there and tell me all my life has been a lie."
"No darling it-"
"Shut up," I sniffed. "You can't simply begin to tell me that I've been an orphan." I trembled. "And to add to it, that the man I've come to love is the one who murdered them."
