"My dear Bev," Marco read out loud with narrowed eyes. "I've killed more than I intended to." He pressed his lips together.
Sebastian had probably written to his wife, Bev. Marco exhaled sharply before reading the rest of the contents out loud.
"Not that I wished to. They belonged to me anyway. Everything I look at belongs to me. Those rats, those soldiers, you and our son, everything and everyone.
Bev, honey, how have you been? Write to me for the love of God. You never write to me anymore. Tell me you want me to come back soon. Tell me you miss me. Tell me you wish to see me.
Because I want to come back soon. I miss you. I hope to see you.
You know, sometimes I wish to just leave everything I have been doing over the past few years. I wish to just abandon everything and everyone, and go hide somewhere. Where do you think I can hide, though? There's nowhere my mind would shut up. My heart grieves for you and our son.
