Madeline:
Baxter had been taking a stroll in the garden, pacing back and forth, fisting his palm. Elgin constantly shook his head, rubbing his face with his hands while Graham sat across the table, right in my sight, his eyes fixed on me and his eyebrows furrowed.
I sat comfortably, leaning back in the chair, arms folded over my chest, one leg crossed over the other.
“Say what you want to ask me,” I finally snapped, piercing through the silence. I guessed it was a much-needed conversation; after all, the truth had finally been exposed.
“Is it true?” Elgin stopped pacing and faced me, asking in the softest tone.
“That you’re only Elara’s father?” I helped him, since it seemed too difficult for him to say it out loud.
“How could that be?” Elgin asked, and I shrugged while my eyes moved
