Amon’s Pov
Sitting down, I tremble as the vivid scenes replay in my mind. It's a nightmare, and the figure I saw wasn't my father; it was a distortion of everything I once believed. The images flood in relentlessly, intensifying the terror within me.
"He never truly cared for Mom. It was all a pretense, even when she died. He despised her and wanted her gone," I mutter, my anger palpable in every word. Despite my adoration for him, despite yearning for his pride and affection, I had willfully ignored his flaws. Now, the truth emerges. He orchestrated their presence here, an insidious ploy to indulge his obsession with Peach's mother.
A knock at the door jolts me from my thoughts, my heart skipping a beat. Who could be here at this hour? With trepidation, I rise to investigate. Opening t
