Chapter 64: I'm Filthy

“Should I go further?” Victor asked, his voice measured, almost as though he was afraid of where the conversation would lead.

I nodded, though my throat felt dry. My pulse hammered against my ribs, warning me that whatever came next would tear open wounds I had spent years healing.

“What could my father have possibly told you?” I whispered, though the weight in my chest told me I already knew.