Chapter 3
'I would please! Just tell me!' begged Sophie.
'Fine' relented Gethen.
'Your mother, her name was Beatrix Clara Vacker, she looks exactly like Della Vacker but prettier,' said Gethen
'What? So I am a Vacker?' asked Sophie
'Yes, and your father...' trailed Gethen. He knew one thing, he is getting to the point that would shock her the most.
'And my father what?' asked Sophie.
'Your father is me,' said Gethen, smirking under his cloak.
Sophie's mouth dropped and she shook her head.
No, it's not true, Sophie refused to believe it. However, her brain started to flood with memories. The memories that were covered with the time she was in the forbidden cities.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' screamed Sophie.
'What am I doing? Absolutely nothing!' exclaimed Gethen, concern lacing in his voice.
'Why is my brain flooding with memories?' asked Sophie.
'What do you hear?' asked Gethen
'I hear you, telling me to calm down and get inside the shelter,' said Sophie, squinting her eyes, trying her best to focus.