I stay seated in my chair, head bowed with eyes looking at the ground, tears streaming down my face at how everything had unraveled with my father, I just can’t fathom how my dad whom I see doing no wrong to anyone knowingly, could commit any sort of crimes against another, especially murder.

Andrei stands by the side of the table. I can feel his steady gaze on the back of my head, like he’s seeing my thoughts and emotions. From my vision range, I see him bring out his phone from his pocket ...