Page 63 of Teach Me How To Fly

Lydia waited a few moments until she spoke again. “As far as I know, they were addicts, living on the streets, and you were lucky enough for a social worker to take you when you were born. That’s all we know about them. I don’t know if they’re dead, or if they still live, but it would be impossible to find them.”

I felt my heart aching hearing what she said.

I couldn’t believe that my parents were addicts, but if that’s true, then I should’ve thanked Lukyan for adopting me because God knew who I would’ve become if my real parents had raised me.

Maybe I reacted too harshly when I found out, but it came to me as a shock and it felt like the ground under my feet was disappearing. I had to thank him for giving me a chance at a normal life, and even though I didn’t have enough freedom, Istill lived in a beautiful home, had food to eat, and had enough money to buy myself everything I wanted.

And that might not happen if I were to be left to my real parents.

But was it worse to have addicts as parents or real killers?

“Anna? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m more than okay,” I quickly replied and felt Maksen’s hand on my thigh. “Lydia, I want to ask you for a favor,” I added, eyeing her attentively.

“Anything.”

“I want to talk to Sylvian.”

The moment she heard my demand, she gulped and became as petrified as a statue. She looked at me deeply in my eyes and I almost saw a glistening of tears in her irises.

“Y-You can’t talk to him, Anna. Your father would kill me if he’d found out I helped you see Sylvian,” she whispered, trying hard not to look me in the eyes.

“You should worry that I’ll kill you if you don’t help us,” said Maksen.

Lydia eyed him, sighing deep. She stood up from the armchair and fixed the long dress she was wearing, then she walked by us, heading towards the hallway. I turned to Maksen and noticed how relaxed he was after he just threatened Lydia.

Another perk of being an assassin.

“Do you think she’ll help us?”

“She doesn’t have any other choice.”

He started caressing my thigh with his fingers as we waited for Lydia’s return.

The house was drowned in a deadly silence, and the only thing I could hear was my heart beating in my chest. Now that I found out who my real parents were, I felt a little better, but somehow, I kept asking myself if it was true what Lydia told me.

Were my parents really addicts or was it another lie they were going to use in order to make me believe they were good?

I opened my mouth to tell something to Maksen, but that was the moment Lydia came back with a phone and a little paper card between her fingers. I sat more comfortably on the couch, then I looked at her and narrowed my eyes when I saw her sitting on the armchair.

“Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Yes.”

She glanced at me again, and then she started typing something on the phone, looking at the card from time to time. We were patiently waiting for her to say something, and I noticed that Maksen became tenser with every second passing by. I felt the urge to put my hand on his and play with his fingers, but I didn’t. I continued to sit there quietly, waiting for Lydia to finish whatever she was doing.

“I submitted the visit request to the sanatorium where he’s hospitalized, but I can give you the answer in a few hours because it takes a little bit of time until the management approves it.”

“Thank you.”

We remained silent, not looking at each other.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to see the man who traumatized my entire existence. Somehow, I was scared of the moment I’d have him in my face, but on the other hand, I was ready for it because I wanted to talk to him and ask him all the questions that were going through my mind.

We just had to wait for the answer, and the waiting was painful.

I gotout of the shower, and I didn’t realize I still had a slight smile showing on my face because we just found out that our sanatorium visit inquiry had been accepted and we were going to see Sylvian.

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