A brother is a friend given by nature.
~Jean Baptiste Legouve~
Max
I let out a sad mirthless, ironic, chuckle when Lia hung up on me. Her directive was short, precise, commanding. I had no time to decline the offer, I don't know why I thought I could. The command was clear, I was to spend Christmas with her family.
How was I supposed to sit at the same table as the man responsible for scarring my face, or putting me on the list of suspected murderers? Hurling my life upside down. How would breaking bread with these people help me move on? Or help me find a way to deal with guilt, sadness, loneliness?
Since knowing her family, I find myself looking at her in a different light. Picking up undertones, some signs that I saw but ignored; like how confident she was, her sharp voice when a
Aksara