Chapter 33
- My gaze lowered on the wooden floor. "Maybe I am. Ever since father was put to prison, I came to loathe places like this."
- "Why?"
- "My mother." I inhaled sharply. "She loved places like this. And I could not stand this kind of... kind of wealth." I brought my gaze up and I met his. My eyes squinted, glazed. "Anthony, who really are you?"