“Dad… why?”
The word tore out of me, raw and broken.
I was still on my knees, my hands trembling so badly I couldn’t steady them. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them away. I couldn’t. Not when the truth stood right in front of me.
“How could you do this for so many years?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the forest. Birds scattered from the trees, startled by the force of it.
But he didn’t move.
He just stayed there… watching me.
Like he was thinking. Like he was choosing his words carefully—as if this was just another conversation, not a moment that was tearing me apart.
The man who had been hunting Doris.
The man who had caused fear, chaos, death… was my father.
And deep down, I already knew.
If he was capable of this… then Nana’s death wasn’t a coincidence.
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