Anya's POVI rushed into the house and headed straight for my father’s bedroom. The sight inside stopped me cold. Irina was curled up in a corner, shaking, while our father lay dead in the center of the room in a large pool of blood.She jumped up the moment she saw me. I ran over to her and pulled her into my arms."Anya, you’re here," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't know who else to call. I didn't know what to do, I am so sorry, I am so sorry, Anya." She cried"It's okay, I've got you," I said, trying to stay calm. "What happened here? Did he attack you?"“I killed him, Anya. I killed our father. Oh God, my life is over.” She wept.She was shivering, filled with fear and panic. This must be very traumatizing for her.I don't know if I had become desensitized to death or it was just about the person in question. But I was calm and calculated.“Iri, hey, hey listen to me. Try to calm your nerves and tell me exactly what happened and how he ended up dead.”I needed to know the
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