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After turning off the engine, I sit in the car for a while, haunted by the disturbing photos of Mati I just saw. After the way she hurt me, I should be glad someone is giving her a taste of her own medicine, but I’m not. Dad refused to talk about it when I asked him what he was going to do. He didn’t even look at the photos. He’s angry and hurt, understandably so, but can he really turn his back on her? What if the next photos he gets are of her dead body? When the anger and the hurt finally get better, will he be able to live with himself? Or will he blame himself for the rest of his life? This isn’t just hurting Mati; it’s also hurting him, even if he doesn’t want to allow himself to feel that way at this very moment.
A knock on the door snaps me out of my
