Frank tilted his head, trying to catch Melanie's gaze. When he succeeded, he whispered, “Why? What was your reason for doing that? Isn't Dad always nice to you?”

Melanie's lips began to tremble. Her chest felt full of peeling wounds. “Nice you say?”

After snorting, Melanie looked away. Her gaze turned dreamy. “For years, I thought I was the queen. But apparently, he was still secretly sending letters to that woman.”

“He did that out of a sense of responsibility and guilt. Yes, he ...