Ares P. O. V.
Summer was not giving up. She kept asking me about the pictures. It was one of my secrets I kept buried inside that closet, for a good reason. The woman in the picture haunted me for as long as I can remember. I was 8 years old when I asked Father who my parents were he beat me relentlessly and locked me inside the tiny cold room he calls 'The Closet.' He then threw the picture of the woman at me and told me it was my mother. He told me I was the product of her being a w***e.
As I grew older, I became more and more curious about both my mother and the girl in the picture who was possibly my sister. I tried to look for clues to find her name but I failed. It wasn't until I turned 15, I asked Aurelia, who helped raise me about the woman. She couldn't keep secrets so she told
