KALIM'S POV
I went right to his father, my hands clenched in a fit of rage.
"Why are these pages torn out Dad?" I queried.
My father was on a sofa reading the newspaper. He slowly raised his eyes to meet mine.
"What are you doing with the chronicle?"
Damn! He was evasive.
"Whatever you're hiding Dad, I'm going to find it," I revealed.
"We'll see about that."
Gid! He didn't even deny it or give me a terrible lie. I was expecting that... Definitely not this. This was mockery. I had no idea or was there a way?
I opened the chronicle and my attention went to My father's Dad. He lived at the woodlands for as long as I could remember and I had only visited him or twice. Staring at the old man giving a beautiful smile in the picture, I knew he was my answer. He would have to know someth
