The Start of Tonight
“My father…he thought he was going to die?” I asked rhetorically. This was the first clue I noticed from my father’s words. My father, he knew that he was going to die when he said those words…
“It was a possibility, yes,” Lucien replied as he nodded slowly, his lips pressed into a tight line.
“Why did he think he was going to die? How did my father die?” I asked in succession. There was so much that I wanted to know. At the back of my mind, I think I already knew the answer. My father probably didn’t die a natural death. Unfortunately, we’re probably not talking about a case of terminal cancer here…
“I can’t tell you right now. You can try Edward, but I doubt he’ll tell you anything…without a very high price,” Lucien answered with a soft laugh. These brothers hated each other but they knew each other very well, I’ll give them that.