Hardy's POV
Do I hate him? she asked.
It was a good question. West Devon Lockhart was a monster of biblical proportions. But he was also my father. He was a devil who wrecked the lives of those he should have protected, but he was the only father I had.
How could I explain to her something I barely understood myself?
Should I tell her that he's the reason I'm here at KSI? That for years, I didn't hate him because I thought he was broken—that some essential part of him was missing, making him incapable of love or any human feeling. That was an easier story to believe.
I tried to love him despite everything. He's just made wrong, I told myself. It's not his fault. If he could, he would love me.
I made every excuse because hating the man I once worshipped was too unbearable for the eleven-year-old boy I used to be. And for my sister, who did everything to protect me from the monster she wished someone had protected her from.
He was just made wrong.
