Marco - Problems

I watch as she walks away from us, my eyes returning to her father.

"I'm a little confused. Lucia told me you were no longer in her life. You told her she wasn't your daughter, then walked?" I watch as he shifts uneasily.

"She is my daughter. I made a mistake. I refused to drive her mum that day. Lucia knows and blames me. Had I driven her, maybe she would still be alive."

His words are lies. Even I can see that.

"How did her mother die?" I watch the slow roll of his throat as he pulls against the collar of his shirt.

"She drank too much. Had a seizure, I don't know, we just found her in the garden."

Lies. I stare at him. "Seems weird. She had called Lucia and sounded fine, not even slightly tipsy." I lean forward more. "Did her mother ever mention Lucia's real father?"

"No, I only found out that day myself."

Sighing, I lean back in my chair. He found out the truth: her mother died, then her sister and boyfriend? "You see, she put me in a difficult situation, Mr Whitlock."

"I apologis