85. Ripples (Jude's POV)
The cellar.
My mother warned me, not wanting for me to find out about an ominous secret, and now it looks like my father had the corpse of his white moonlight down there, doing god knows what to it.
I went to my window sill to continue smoking, waiting for Lesly to come home. I can't deny that I am more nervous about her being alone with my father after speculating about having a skeleton in the cellar.
When Liliana Humphrey had died, my father was eighteen years old. Had he killed her in a frenzy because she wanted to leave him or wanted to be with someone other than him? Possible.
But if he did, then why had my mother survived all these years? Even the in comparison friendly measure of admitting her to the psychiatric clinic was cast aside.
Thinking and smoking, fiddling with my guitar, then doing push-ups and some other exercises, I waited for her to come home.