Carmen
For a long moment I didn't speak.
I couldn't. There were lots of things my father refused to say about his life, things he buried beneath silence and routine, but sometimes when he had drunk enough alcohol his lips would loosen and he would talk about his past in fragments that never quite fit together.
His enemies too, and how it wasn't until he had killed them all that he finally had some semblance of peace. But even then, even as he said it, I could see the truth written in the lines of his face and the way his fingers always lingered too close to a weapon.
Staring at Nico now, I knew that kind of peace didn't exist. My father knew it too. He had killed too many people to keep track of, and no matter how many bodies he left behind, there were always more who would come looking for revenge.
It was human nature.
