The Start of Tonight

“My father…he thought he was going to die?” I asked rhetorically. This was the first clue I noticed from my father’s words. My father, he knew that he was going to die when he said those words…

“It was a possibility, yes,” Lucien replied as he nodded slowly, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“Why did he think he was going to die? How did my father die?” I asked in succession. There was so much that I wanted to know. At the back of my mind, I think I already knew the answer. My father probably didn’t die a natural death. Unfortunately, we’re probably not talking about a case of terminal cancer here…

“I can’t tell you right now. You can try Edward, but I doubt he’ll tell you anything…without a very high price,” Lucien answered with a soft laugh. These brothers hated each other but they knew each other very well, I’ll give them that.

At least Lucien did not pretend that he didn’t know. He just admitted upfront that he was not going to tell me right now