The Buried Truth

Viktor’s lips curled into a grim smile, one filled with years of pent-up resentment. “They even got closer when my father asked him to paint the Seraphic Orphanage. I don’t know what made my father so obsessed with that painting... It was everything to him.” His voice faltered for a moment as he continued, the weight of his emotions slipping through the cracks. “In his deathbed, I forced him to te