Clare POV
'I don't torture people. That was my father, and it wasn't just other people's kids that he tortured.'
Leonel's words ran through my head as I watched him walk away from me. Was it true? Did he really not hurt people anymore? And was he abused as a kid?
I knew it was the truth. I had seen his face after he had said that sentence. He was embarrassed with a hint of regret. He hadn't meant to tell me that. It made him more vulnerable.
Maybe I should go after him.
Soon after, a body started walking down the steps and I looked up hopefully…but it was only John.
"Hey, Clare, you alright?" he asked as he walked up to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, giving him my fake smile as he pulled me into a hug.
"Then let's go get some lunch."
Laid-back John for the win. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the dining area we had found breakfast in.
