Chapter 93

Seven’s POV

“No! Don’t ever tell me to stop looking for answers about my parents’ death. I deserve to know what happened!” He didn’t need to shout, but I could feel the force and anger in his voice.

I had never seen him this way; something was bothering him, and it was eating at him badly.

“They were my parents too!” I spoke back at him.

He was always making it sound like I didn’t want to know about their deaths. They were my parents too, and I didn’t even know them well. He had stayed with them for a while; he could still remember their faces, but I couldn’t relate to that.

I was the one who needed this closure more than he did.

But you don’t see me making everything about them. They wouldn’t have wanted us to be this way; it was like we were living our lives to please them.

“They were, but they couldn’t be there for you because of how their lives ended.” I knew this, and I didn’t blame them. They wouldn’t have known that their lives