I didn't know why I called him. I just didn't… Fuck, I didn't like how so down he seems.

What Medea did was a huge stab in the back for him. In fact, she didn't use a knife but a cutlass instead. And I could see what that was doing to Papa, how it was bearing down on his shoulders. He felt something for Medea, it might be love, it might be another strong emotion, but I know he felt something positive towards her, and that bitch didn't deserve it. Not one bit.

Papa turned to me, a small ...