chapter twenty-two

SILVIA'S POV

How was this old man Gerald’s father? He looked almost eighty years old. Maybe he adopted Gerald? But they look very much alike. Maybe he was his grandfather? But what was the point of Gerald calling him his father? Maybe he didn’t know his biological father and thought of his grandfather as his father.

That was a lot of maybes.

It was just so hard to believe. But that doesn’t make it impossible.

"What are you doing here?" Gerald asked, and I was surprised by the hostility behind his voice. He looked at the old man with so much hate, and although it wasn’t directed at me, it terrified me.

The man pursed his lips and gestured around the room with his hand. "I thought I would just drop by and pay a visit to my son and see how he is fairing after his only friend’s death. And from what I see, you seem to be doing just fine. Maybe you just never cared about her as much as everyone thought you did. You really are my son in that aspect, huh?" The man made a terrible sound. I re