Joshua
I couldn’t focus on anything the rest of the day. It was as if a fog of voices had settled over me, each throwing around different ideas for how to torture or dispose of Scarlett’s family once their identity became known. I kept looking at the sheet containing the names of Scarlett and the others my father enslaved. Anger took over as I looked at the initials, realizing I would never be able to find the guilty parties if I only knew what their last names began with. It was one more way for my father to get away with his illicit acts.
I attempted to eat dinner in the dining room, but I could no longer return the smiles of the pack. Somewhere in the sea of faces, Scarlett’s parents hid. I could almost forgive them if they had apologized once my father was killed, no longer holding
