Nick’s mouth was filled with bitterness. Vanessa’s sweet kisses were now tainted by the retelling of her story. He was happy her sessions with the therapist were working out, and she was beginning to process what had happened and heal. Unfortunately, he was filled with regret. Regret for not having put a bullet in his father’s head years ago. If there was one thing he wished he had changed, it was allowing that bastard to breathe for so long and spread his terror. He was as responsible for what happened to Vanessa as his father was. So, hearing her recount her gruesome account made him furious. He was so furious he wanted to break something… preferably his father’s neck. If he had not crashed and died, his father would be dead by his hands. The strength of his vehement hatred towards his f
