Chapter 113

Shantelle’s POV

“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering, my eyes locked onto Papa’s with an intensity that reflected my urgency. It was time to talk to them as they had always wanted me to talk to them—to engage with them openly and honestly. I was tired of being neglected, tired of being kept in the dark about matters that felt too big to ignore, matters that affected our very lives.

Papa’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression grim and filled with an unspoken tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. I could sense the weight of his thoughts, the burden of whatever secret he was carrying.

“We’ll tell you everything,” he promised, his voice low and serious.

It wasn’t something I would have said in his position. But would they follow through on their promise? Or would they continue to hide the truth from me, like they had done so many times before? My heart raced with a mix of hope and skepticism.

“None of your business,”