We were in the office till daylight. I sat on the floor with the bottle still in my hands. I could not speak, Bella had so many questions and I had no answers. She walked around the office with the journal in her hands. And all I could think about was my dad, the years that I spent with him, all the good memories I had with him and, at the same time, he was killing rouges and experimenting on those who stayed alive. For years. And somehow Murrys got my father's journal and Grant and his dad before him used it. I was sick. How could he do that? All the time I could hear Martin's words that he said to me in the woods.
-You are more like your father than you know it. And not in a good way. He too sacrificed everything that he loved.-
I closed my eyes and I felt a lonely tear running down m
