Tristan didn't.
He began to make amends like crazy. The properties, shares, and funds in the Locke family's name were transferred to me overnight. The villa Liana had once lived in was personally smashed to rubble by his own hand, with his men. The asylum director was arrested, and every person who had taken part in torturing Daisy was hauled into the interrogation room one after another.
He moved fast, as though if he just moved fast enough, all the humiliation of the past could be washed away. But how could it be? Daisy's lost finger would never grow back. The dignity that had been ground into the dirt before my parents' graves could not be pieced back together. And besides all that, the heart that had once loved him was stone-dead for a long time.
On the third day, I finished my firs
