Nightmare Unfolding

Demyan 

"Demy, I think you shouldn't dig deeper into this," Dad gave me a small smile as he stood up from his chair then rounded the table to gently put his hand on my shoulder. 

I looked up to him with furrowed eyebrows, "I think I have every right to dig deeper into this Dad."

He shook his head, "Demyan you have Malia, and she's pregnant. The last thing you need to be doing is digging up a past you have moved on from. Trust me son, plus you have moved on from Ethan and so has he."

My face grew hotter by the second as a foreign emotion seized me. Never had Dad been evasive with me or vague. We shared everything and he knew whenever I needed true and honest advice and help I would always come to him. Our parents prided themselves in being transparent with us because if we could not trust our own parents, who could we.