Ten

I stare at Mr. Matteo for a moment before briefly glancing towards Aurora, who I believe, at the moment, is in the right position to answer the question.

Aurora seems to get the clue from me, and she coughs lightly before narrating all that she told me. Mr. Matteo looks blank, his face ashen white as he thinks of all he has learned. I wonder what's running through his mind right now. I know for sure that he will punish Zente for what he did, but what I do not know is whether or not he will punish Bruno, for he is still his son. After all, he's the son he raised himself, and I feel the same way towards my parents. It doesn't matter if I'm not related to them by blood; by heart, we are a family.

"Son?" Dad says softly, his voice breaking as he takes me in. He must be feeling bad because of how tattered I look, and I must make sure to assure him that the fault isn't his.

"Father," I reply. Looking into his hazel eyes, I see them brimming with tears, and I rush towards him, enveloping him