Kendell

What does it mean by my actual mother? I thought, but just then the scene changed as young Dexter defiantly stood up away from his father, walking out towards the halls.

Was he mad trying to approach them in his small state? I didn't want to assume it was my father. Those arrows could be from anyone.

He barged into a room, the one I recognized as my father's, perplexed by the sight before him, and I was too.

It was a woman in her nude state, her boobs dangling, as she held onto the bed ...