CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

Myra's Pov

The words rang in my ears disturbingly and I sat confused.

"How?" I asked.

And Flanagan straightened in his chair at the question. He belched again, and minced his teeth, feeling the after taste of whatever that red drink might have been.

"Because I am your father..."

"That's not possible..." I retorted, almost immediately.

"Like I said, you are so uniquely gullible..." he chuckled. "You still believe in a stupid lie even after years of living in hiding, even after you've grown to see fear as a second shadow..."

"You can't be my father!..." I yelled back, refusing.

A part of me knew he wasn't lying, but another part refused to accept a monster as the one who gave birth to me. I just couldn't accept that someone who was a killer was my father.

"You haven't ever laid eyes on your father, yet you just know it can't be me?" he asked, frowning now. "I know the reason is because you imagine your father would be someone better..." he said.

"But life doesn't always give us what w