Marlon couldn’t know what I just found out; I didn’t want him to know that I was on to him and that I knew about my parent’s death. He had just confessed to me his feelings towards me and then I find out he’s been keeping this secret from me.
How long has he known about this?
I felt sick just thinking about it.
If I had to guess, I would say he knew about this from day one; the moment I stepped onto the Roessler grounds he probably knew about it. He didn’t think to tell me; I get that I was nothing more than a dirtball slave to him, but he didn’t think I had the right to know about my own parent’s death?
Who am I kidding? Of course, I didn’t have the right to know about their deaths. I was a slave. I wasn’t anything more than that; except now I was a slave with a child. Marlon’s ch
