Chapter 12

I was thrown into a state of confusion after I heard someone speaking behind me. I turned to the direction the voice came from, only to see a lady staring at me. Her face was pale, void of any emotion. She wore a long dark gown, her hands covered by dark gloves. One could mistake her as the grim reaper.

" What do you mean he's dead? And, of whom are you referring to? ” I coughed out.

“ I assume you're Raymond, the bastard lost son. I'm Stacy, you're sister. ” she said, rolling her eyes and moving away from me. Her hills clicking on the floor.

That was the least thing I expected— to be welcomed with cold hands.

“ Don't let her bother you my dear. She has always been like that.” an old lady said, coming down from the stairs. " She misses you. She's just too proud to admit.”

" Who are you, Ma'am? ” I rudely asked, " And what does she mean by he's dead? Is my father dead? ”

Obviously, the whole drama left me puzzled.

"Mind your manners, young man," the old lady chided gently. "I'm your