Marco turned to face me, “ she's heading towards Aleo's house.” “Aleo's?” “Yeah, your dad.” I sometimes forget that Aleo is my dad, he barely used that name at home. I paced across the room, my heart still hammering from the fight. My throat hurt where Judi’s fingers had been, and my palms were shaking. Marco leaned against the table, with his arms crossed, watching me. His eyes narrowed on me. “She’s not thinking straight,” I said finally, my voice trembling. “She’s angry, Marco, angry enough to do something stupid.”He frowned. “Yeah, I could see that clearly.”“You're not worried? What if she does something to dad?” “She came here. She knows.” The words rushed out “About my dad—about her mother. She thinks I hid it from her all these years.” I broke into a sob. “What dad did to her mom was horrible, Marco.. very horrible.” He was right beside me again, “M M M Marco, she, he, why did he do it? I-i-i didn't know, I had no idea.” “I know sweet Emily, I know. Shhhh.” He patted m
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