~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"And this was my mother's favorite spot as well."
My lips parted in great surprise as I looked at him and the first question to leave my lips was,
"Were they lovers?"
"Not at all, they just understood each other in their own strange way," he revealed and I frowned even more because it was getting more twisted by the day.
Then he stepped forward with my hand still in his and called out so calmly, "Can we speak now, father?"
At that, my father looked up and found us standing slightly afar and his smiling only increased.
Bridget looked over her shoulder and her eyes settled on me.
They were both pale white like they had powdered their entire body and that alone made me quickly cover my mouth when I made a muffled sound of laughter.
When I tried holding it back, it only got worse and my shoulder trembled as I laughed inwardly but my expression gave me away.
