Precisely my point

“Raphael is alive,” Armand mutters as he looks Julien square in the eye. Julien’s eyes widened as he processed his Father's words When was the last time he heard that name?

His gaze traveled through Armand’s facial features for any tell-tale sign of the game he was playing. As their eyes met, he saw nothing but stark sincerity with a hint of fear.

“That is impossible Father.” He finally uttered. Although, he could hardly believe his own words.

“He escaped the fire, narrowly, he was in shock for months a lot of intensive care was administered.”

Julien’s throat went dry, as he spoke, he barely recognized his voice. It sounded raw and gravelly.

“So you’re telling me that for eleven years you Raphael?

“Precisely my point,” Armand rasped but didn’t meet his eyes.

Julien thought of a hundred words he could use to describe his Father, Armand was debased, Selfish and manipulative. However, with this revelation he wasn’t sure any of them would suffice.

He clenched his fists and gritted his tee