The kitchen went cold for a few minutes. My father? My father?
“Are you-- are you serious?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My mind reeled. It couldn’t be. she wouldn't even consider doing something like that.
But she wasn’t done. Her eyes were wide, wet with unshed tears, and her next breath felt like a physical punch to my gut. “If I hadn’t found out about Isabella, if I didn’t know. I would have done it.”
My jaw dropped. I stared at her, utterly speechless for a long moment. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my ribs. “Done… done what?” I finally managed to stammer, even though I knew, I knew what she meant. “Are you joking, Faith? You wouldn’t try and kill my father, right?”
She shook her head, a single tear finally escaping and tracking a path down
