*Sinclair*
My father left when I was fifteen. His presence before than was fleeting. He'd disappear for weeks, sometimes months, without a word about his whereabouts.
And when he came around, it only lasted for a few hours. That was how long they allowed visitors in the boarding school.
His name? I never bothered to ask, never had enough curiousity to ponder on it either. Too happy that he even graced me with his presence, I would forget to ask the important questions.
I'd only noticed he was truly gone when he'd stopped visiting. I'd found out some time later that he'd left me behind a fortune and a letter.
I'd been more interested in the letter, having been a fool of a boy who yearned to be acknowledged by the only man he ever truly admired.
But my father's letter only had one sent
