Risk-2

  “My adopted mother told me when I turned eighteen, and I was able to visit him discreetly to prison. He told me once that he loved your mom, and he did something bad to her,” he says, shrugging.

  “Is that why you hated my guts?” I ask.

  He laughs a little. “Your family locked him up.”

  “Your father raped my mom! And he confessed!” I yell, and I am beyond furious right now.

  “You know that he didn’t kill someone! He was forced!”

  “Stop! Stop!” Trinity comes in between, pushing us away when we are about to get into each other’s throats.

  “Guys, we need to leave,” Derek says.

  “Just give us a minute,” Trinity answers him. Derek nods, walking away to give us some privacy.

  “Will you two stop? You’re both grown up. At least be civil with each other,” Trinity scolds us like we’re both children.

  I relax a bit.

  “We can talk about these over a coffee, maybe?” Rexwell asks with a smirk.