Sins of the Father
Alexander Mason stared at the medical files spread across Viktor's office desk, each page another knife in his heart. X-rays of broken bones. Clinical descriptions of injuries. Photographs that made him physically ill.
"Stop torturing yourself," Aria said softly from the doorway. She watched her father as it all hit him. His precious pup was abused for years.
"How can I stop?" His voice was raw. "This... this is what I left you to. Every broken bone, every..." He covered his face with shaking hands. "I should have looked harder. I should have found you."
Viktor's office felt too small for this conversation, but he'd insisted they use it – neutral territory, with enough security to make everyone comfortable. He'd given them privacy, though Aria knew he was monitoring
