Sixty Two

“How could you do that to Papa?” I could barely recognize my own voice, filled with pain in my heart, as I remembered the last time I was with Papa. “You son of a b*tch, how could you kill him?” I looked at her, tears streaming down my face, “He trusted you, he considered you a brother.”

“Elara.” She called me, I heard her deep sigh, “I did everything to avoid ending up like Ben, he found out I was part of the biggest drug export in Macau at that time, I tried to keep it from him, because I didn’t want our friendship to be ruined, or for him to be harmed,” I didn’t know if she was faking her face.

“But you killed him, you did that to him, you have the nerve to say he’s important to you and you consider him a friend.”

“You’re still young, Elara.” She said, “There are many things you don’t understand yet, I can’t go to jail, I have a husband, and a child, a stable income,” reluctantly I looked at her clenched fist, before she put it in her pocket, “I can’t let your father ruin everyt