Chapter 13

“I can’t do that,” I flatly denied. “Even if what you say is true, I cannot assassinate him.”

It is one thing for him to be a damn unhappy and quite another for his life to be in my hands. I was just a teenager, however adult I wanted to show myself. I was not a murderer, nor a callous being.

Yes, my father betrayed us in the worst possible way, but he was still the man who gave me life, the person who stayed with me every time I was sick, the one who secretly took me to eat ice cream from my mother.

Parents are not usually perfect. In fact, very few lucky ones could say that their parents, both of them, had been good to them. It was normal to be wrong, since there is no manual for raising children. I was not a mother, but after all these years taking care of my siblings, I could see how easy it was to fail and how difficult it was to patch up our mistakes.

That did not imply that I would for