34 // Prisoners

Crying in the back of an Uber was definitely not how I had envisioned the rest of my day to be.

I hated Karabo for this. I hated her for questioning my love for Sy and also making me doubt my father.

All my life, my father was my hero. Even though he was rarely present in our lives, the fact that he did not actively participate in my mother's shenanigans and never went out of his way to tear me down made me worship him. His silence was often comforting because I believed he remained quiet because he did not agree with what my mother was doing.

The day he saved me from my mother's marriage scheme, he became someone I thought I could count on to always have my back and be there for me everyday. But the day he learnt of Silas' identity left me feeling like I did not know my father at all.

When he arrested Silas, he broke my heart more than anyone has ever done. And now, he was also hurting my mother.

He had not bothered to check on her after we received the news on my aunt, nor had