"Do you know what had happened to my father?" Iris asked after a while. She was in the kitchen, preparing the fish she'd bought while her aunt sat in the living room with her notebook and was doodling something. It might have been a sketch for some project, but Iris could not make heads or tails of it.
"He never spoke of it," Aunt Maddie answered without even raising her head. "Not that I was eager to know. I've met him twice, maybe thrice. We hated each other on sight."
"Why though?" Iris asked, peeking through the doorway. "Did he do something?"
Her aunt snorted, giving her a chilling stare from over the rims of her glasses. "Do? He stole and endangered my sister, what else do you want? He was an animal, both literally and figuratively."
