“What exactly do you want to know?” he asks me through his teeth. I begin to doubt whether I really want to know. I do not want to raise any suspicions and I certainly do not want to cause any tension or fights within the household. “Well, preferably everything,” I say slowly and carefully. I watch my father closely to see his reactions. He doesn’t give me much to work with. I don’t know if he is angry, sad, disappointed or stressed. He is so good at hiding his emotions, I am starting to question if he even has any. “This came very suddenly,” he tells me. I sit down across from him, leaving a desk between us. “Yeah, I know. I was just getting changed the other day and noticed my scars. It got me wondering what exactly happened on that day. I do not remember much as you already know. I thin
