She gave me a look of pure disbelief "Then what was he, Vickson?"
My jaw tightened.
I spent years trying to uncover the truth. Putting together broken pieces of history following the players in this deadly game.
And the one incontrovertible fact was this—Hailey's father hadn't been a simple victim or antagonist. He had been both.
"Your father was the key to something much bigger than you realize," I said carefully. "Something dangerous."
Hailey drew in a deep breath as if she were trying to keep her head above water in some ocean of falsehoods "And you kept that from me"
I sighed and ran a hand down my face "Because I didn't know how to tell you"
She scoffed "So you just didn't?"
"I wanted to wait until I had all the answers."
She shook her head. "Do you even hear yourself? Do you realize how fucked up that is?"