Vernon
I knew my decision not to tell her that my father was the one who made her an orphan would come and bite me in the ass later.
But I never expected that the truth would be slapped on her face like this. By a strange guy who was allegedly supposed to be her husband.
All I noticed was that I saw her shiver in the night. Didn't he see this? What kind of husband would he be? Out of instinct, I took off my hoodie and handed it to her. Maybe I was marking my claim a little, yes.
When they finished talking, she looked like she had something to say to me. But I couldn't even bear to look at her at this point. I told her we would talk about this the next morning because it was late. I lied. It was because I needed time to consider what I should tell her.