"Who's the doctor to you?"
"The doctor?" Sly furrowed his brows, "Who are you talking about?"
"The doctor who operated on Ryn. Who is he?"
"He's no one important." Sly wrapped his hand around me, "don't think of him when I'm—"
"Don't you think I need to know?" I arch a brow at him.
"But he's—"
"Who's he?"
"My father," Sly Frowned.
"Your father?" I gasped as I turned to face him. "He's your father, and you never thought to tell me? I thought you said your parents are deceased?"
Could it be that he lied about that?
"He's dead to me." Sly turned his face to the side, "if you can do this for me, Lee. I don't want to speak about him."
"Dead to you? How?"
I wasn't about to let this slide without getting to the root of the problem.
"He killed my mother." Sly removed his hand from around my waist, and moved away from me, "That man there is a monster."
