Tony

You come to his house with a slight smile. Everything looks ordinary: the same hallway, the same photographs on the walls. Only he's different... too quiet. His gaze slides past you, as if you've become something alien and foreign, just like before.
“Is everything okay?” you ask.
He nods, but doesn't look you in the eye. He suggests you go into the kitchen. You feel a strange heaviness, as if facing something terrifying. He closes the door behind you with a click, and you turn around—and freeze. He holds a knife in his hand. Hesitantly, but it's pointed right at you.
“You must answer for my parents... Do you hear me!?..” he shouts.
The words seem to take a while to reach you. Parents? Your heart skips a beat. And suddenly it all comes together: conversations, clippings, a strange name you've seen before. You're the daughter of two murderers. And he's the son of the man they killed. You want to say something, to explain, but there's nothing inside. Any words sound pathetic and meaningless. You simply look at him and see how this love cracks under the weight of the truth. He takes a step closer. The knife trembles. You notice it—he's just as afraid as you are.
“I didn’t know…” you finally blurt out.
There is silence. Only your breathing.
“You know, I didn’t think you were like that...” With sadness on his face, he sits down on the chair placed next to him.