I reached out with trembling hands to grab the stack of photos he threw at me. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread, unsure of what I was about to uncover. As the pictures fell to the ground, I caught glimpses of my father's face. But what I saw made my blood run cold.
In those images, his smile seemed twisted, filled with a darkness I had never seen before. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the truth about the man I had called my father. The man who was supposed to protect me. The man who had assaulted Xavier's sister.
They were pictures of my dad naked violently assaulting a girl that looked very young. Like around 14-15. My dad looks just like he was before he died .With every picture the details got worsened, I felt my stomach drop as I further looked at
