Lena
I didn't know the amount of pacing I did from the moment Uncle told me about my Dad involvement with the mafia. I couldn't stop pacing even with Uncle telling me to sit back down, that he would explain everything. I didn't know what I was feeling. Was it anger, sadness, or disappointment? The feeling was void. When I finally stopped pacing, I looked at the man sitting in front of me that has a look of guilt on his face. "Will you be honest with me if I ask you some questions?"
"If I can tell you my secret, I don't think I would beat around the bush again." his words were serious. I grabbed my seat, inhaled, and exhaled out. "When those men came the other day to get the items, did you lie about not having any items with you?"
"Yes, I did."
A light smile formed on my lips. I bite
