“Your father knew this man?" He asked in surprise, almost like he wasn't expecting that answer. I swallowed, hesitating then I nodded at the stranger. “Where's your father?" Romero asked himself this time, scrutinizing my every move. I clenched my teeth together, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. “Dead." I whispered, feeling like I would cbust any moment from now. “So you've never seen this man in four years?" The stranger asked again and I shook my head. “Not even around your dead husband?" My body stilled. “Around Jace?" My eyes roamed the face in the room. It was now my turn to be confused. “If he'd been around I would have known." Would I? He had no reason to be around Jace, they had no connection of any sorts. The man whose face stared at me was a wealthy man my father always clung onto and worshipped. That's all I knew atleast. Jace was a petty, small town criminal. “What was his relationship with your father." This conversation was making me skin itch. I hated
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