Mercy and Memories

***Milena***

We were back in our bedroom, sitting on his bed, facing each other.

“So he's been locked up in this villa this whole time?” I asked, wondering why I hadn't thought about that possibility.

He nodded, his eyes gentle and warm. “Are you mad that I didn't tell you about it?”

“No,” I muttered. “He deserved it. What hurts me more is that all these while I thought my parents never cared abou