We got what we needed. We got the criminal to confess his crimes, but why do I not feel good about it? Could it only be me who feels this way?
"What's the meaning of this? Where are you taking my father? Ms. Yera!"
"It's okay, son; this was the right thing to do. I've also wanted to turn it all right."
"No! Father, where are they taking you? Why are the police at our house?"
That was Richard Sawada. I was aware of how puzzled he might be, but I could not let out a single word, even if he tried to make me speak about what was happening. Karl must have hidden this for so long, seeing that even his son was not conscious of his father's crimes when he was about Richard's age.
