"He was my father," I shout at Graham.
He pales. "Tes, baby, what happened? Why did he do it?"
"I moved in when Mama got really bad and the cancer had spread, so I could take care of her and help Daddy. He was drinking the night it happened. So much to the point that he didn't even care about what he was doing. He said it was my fault Bruno and Mama died. Said I was a disappointment to him and always would be. He called me so many things and...eventually, I passed out when he was in the middle of hitting me. I don't even remember how I got to where you found me," I explain, sobbing. The only memory I have afterward is being outside even though I have no recollection of how I got there.
Graham wraps me in his big arms as he tries to calm me down. "Baby. I'm so sorry," he rasps in my ear.
