To my son.
I have cancer. I have known for a while. I am going to die, within a few months, I am aware. I have done a lot of thinking as a dying man. I have lived a long life. A pleasant life, but also a life of many regrets. Now I have finally come to understand that it is my turn to make up for the wrongs I have caused. Therefore I am choosing to do this. I am aware I am not making it right, and that is not my intention. I am making it up. For my two children who are no longer alive, and for you. My son. I know I should have done differently and there is much to blame me for. Now I am taking responsibility for it all.
I do not hope you ever forgive me, and I am not trying to find pity as a diseased man. But I have assigned myself one final mission, which will be my last before I leave this life. It is a mission of justice, of regret, of fatherhood. One I should have undertaken a long time ago.
I will not accept any protest or refusal. You will keep up with the plan and do as I have told you. After ten years of loneliness, hopelessness, and evilness, it is time for you, my son, to stand before the world, once and for all, and prove your innocence.
Yours sincerely.
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MADMAN'S DEMISE
RomansaThis is chapter three of the MADMAN series. - A year had passed since Beverly Frazier stepped inside the gates of St: Nicolai Psychiatric Hospital for the first time, and for once she was feeling settled after everything she had been through the pas...
