I knew it wasn't right, and I'd probably get a lot of judgment if anyone got to find out, but I did what any man in my shoes could've done. Back upstairs, in her room, I dug out the letter Solana had stuffed into the trash can and read it.
I didn't quite know what I was expecting, but I was sure of one thing now. The fucking bastard of a father was too weak to stay alive, and instead of killing himself, he had to hire assassins to do the dirty work, making everyone suspect my father had been the one who'd gone after him. I couldn't be even more disgusted. He was so evil, trying to paint the Stravkos family with blame, then take responsibility for his actions even in this, a final, crappy letter to the daughter he unwittingly gave out without batting an eye. Did he even know the amount of damage the letter would do to her mental health? Did he know it will only add to the guilt she felt already with his sudden loss?
What a moron. Fucking sick bastard.
