Chapter 17
Ana
My hand loudly pound on the door. I feel irritated. I want answers. After a few more pounds someone finally opens the door.
"Liana", my father says with a smile.
But I'm not in the mood for smiles and hugs right now. I just push past him, walking into the house with angry steps.
I walk into the living room, finding no one. Good.
I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for my father to catch up with me. When he finally comes into the living room, he has confusion plastered all over his face.
He's waiting for me to talk.
"Timothy...", I say slowly, letting him hear that I'm angry. "Cotton?"
In less than a second, my father's face becomes pale. I've seen him pale before when he’s been sick when he thought that Elijah was going to die during his birth. But I've never se
