Chapter 7

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, I got up and slipped past him toward the kitchen.

"I'll wash the dishes," I said.

Behind me, Felix called, "Sophie."

I stopped without turning around.

"You'd better not be lying to me," he warned.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to keep moving forward.

As I washed the dishes, I just stood there, lost in thought, staring at the sink for a long time.

My hands were shaking, not because of pain, but because I was scared.

He knew me way too well.

Back then, I brought him home, raised him little by…