Parker and I got in the car and headed to the police station. He drove.
Parker knew me well enough now to know that I wouldn't want to speak about what had happened. So he asked no questions and only tried to comfort me by holding my hand and rubbing my back. Which I appreciated.
The whole drive I just thought about my father.
He used to be my idol. In his twenties, my father traveled the world. He was a journalist for a big travel magazine and he wrote about all the places he went.
When I was little I dreamed of doing that. Now, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do or who I wanted to be.
He used to be my idol. But when he became an alcoholic and confessed to killing my mother and sister, he became my worst enemy.
When we got to the police station, my heart started racing. I didn't want to go in. I was so terrified to see what he went through and figure out how he died.
As we got out of the car I grabbed Parker's hand. He held it and brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
"It will be ok, I promise," he said.
I smiled lightly and continued to walk to the jail. I opened the door and walked slowly towards the front desk.
"Um, Hello, I'm Anastasia Peterson, I'm here for James Peterson's belongings," I said hesitantly trying to choose my words the best I could.
"Of course, here is everything he had," and pushed towards me a pile of stuff.
In the pile contained the clothes he wore the day of his arrest, a pack of cigarettes, a flask, and a picture of the family. I have no idea why he had this when he had a vendetta on each of us.
"What was my father's cause of death?" I asked.
"He seems to have hung himself with a rope he found, God knows where," he said scratching the back of his neck.
I swallowed hard, tears brimming in my eyes.
"He left a note," he said handing me a dirty piece of paper.
I opened it and began to read.
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