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"Please, godmother, you don't need to filter what you're going to say. Just say it"

She looks at Drake with big brown eyes. I always expect the worst, that's a fact, but I never stop fearing how bad the fall will be.

"It's about Jean. Jean Collins, your father"

And there's the bad surprise I always wait for. I remain still, afraid that my movements might make the situation worse. Because, deep down, I still remember the days when I needed to hide and be quiet so he wouldn't find me. However, when that happened, he found my mother.

"He died?" I ask. I know I shouldn't, and I know I'm the worst person in the world for wanting her to confirm it.

"No, Blair. Jean is not dead. He is fine, very fine, better than any of us would assume."

"How well?" my voice starts to crack.

"He produces films, Blair. Jean became a film director, and now he's making fame and money" Drake responds, realizing that Mirtes wouldn't be able to do so.

So if I understand correctly, he left town when my mother was h