"You curse of a child."
Those familiar words said in a familiar voice had Lenora turn in the direction she had heard it from.
The glass behind her displayed someone she had never wished to see. Someone she hated from the depth of her heart. Hate was an understatement and if there was any word she knew that surpassed hate then she wouldn't mind using it against this person. Someone who had made her hurt for fourteen years of her life before his death.
That someone was the man who had brought her into the world. Referring to him as her father was something she never did instead she called him the man that had brought her into the world.
