And what began to come out of Winter's mouth was a story neither of them had expected.
"When I was fifteen years old."
Hugo looked at Winter quizzically. Winter's expression showed that even she didn't understand why she was telling this story now.
"...My father had an affair and left home."
It was an unexpected story. Hugo's straight eyebrows rose.
"And he never came back. He said he truly loved that crazy woman or something. That he'd rather die than leave her or whatever..."
As if her mouth was moving on its own, Winter's words continued.
"Whether my father was there or not, it didn't really matter. Our family was always poor anyway, and my father was a pathetic excuse for a human being. He was like a disgusting parasite. Clinging to my mother's back, sucking her blood dry, all while having nothing but a handsome face to show for it."
Winter still didn't look at Hugo, keeping her eyes lowered. She just continued speaking in a quiet voice.
Is this another ploy?
