CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

At first, I was really very hesitant towards opening the letter, but I decided not to allow my sentiments to cloud my conscience. Since it was hard for me to get to sleep, I stayed up awake, running my eyes through it.

The handwriting used in writing the letter to me belongs to my father – I know the way he writes – but the statements made through it all sounded strange, quite unlike him.

I was not in any way expecting that he would regret his actions this soon. He feels sorry for the wrongful ways he had treated me; for neglecting my dead mother and I, for joining hands with his wife and children to make life hard and miserable for me and most especially, for giving me out for marriage to a man most dreaded in the world, all for power.

Why is he repentant now? Why the sudden change? And to think that he expressed all of those things, I was baffled.

I couldn’t help but pause my mind for a while to process the entire piece of information.