Buttercup clutched at her chest; her eyes wide with the bluntness of Jayden’s words. “What? How? When?”
“What do you care? You left us, remember? Walked out on your family.”
More tears poured from Buttercup’s eyes as she dropped her gaze to the floor, her arms now over her chest trying to hold her insides intact. On the verge of collapsing, she could feel her knees shaking as the room started to spin. Her father. Dead. And, Jayden was right; Buttercup hadn’t known. To be honest, she hadn’t even thought about them since Jerome forced her into prostitution. It hurt too bad to remember what life was like before Jerome and, to avoid that agony, she shoved it from her mind. She took a stuttering breath. She needed to leave, to get out of there before she had a meltdown.