When news of the arson at Martha Textiles reached my ears, a surge of fury enveloped me. The mere thought of someone being responsible for the tears in my wife's eyes fueled a burning desire for revenge. Little did I know, my quest for justice would lead me to a shocking revelation: the perpetrator behind the arson was none other than my own son, Christian.
The very idea of Christian, my own flesh and blood, being involved in such a heinous act was beyond comprehension. I could perhaps have expected such behavior from Jonas, but Christian? It was utterly unusual and perplexing. However, I’m a dad and all I want is just a fair reason–any kind of–that would explain his mess. So, before unleashing my anger upon him, I decided to conduct a thorough investigation to uncover the truth.
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