Chapter Nineteen
“I was … dead?” I said, tilting my head to the side. “What do you mean?” I shook my head. “No, you’re just trying to confuse me.”
“Confuse you? Why would I do that to my own son?” said Fake Dad. “I’m not like Cadmus Smith or any of those other villains. I always speak plainly, especially to my own family.”
“But … you can’t be Dad,” I said. “Dad is dead. I saw Robert kill him. He died in my arms. I saw his coffin get lowered into the ground and buried.”
Fake Dad sighed. “Yes, I am aware of that. I visited my grave when I first came here, just to see if the articles I read on the Internet were true. I liked the epitaph, by the way. Ignorance is bold and knowledge is reserved … it’s a sentiment I tend to agree with.”
“What do you mean, when you first came here?” I said.
