It was said that we must let go of ourselves when we love but when we hate, we need to be really careful. For one day, we might also become the same as the one we hate. As Bennett Parry sat in the gloomy and dark room, these words echoed in his head. The voice that said these words was his grandmother's. At least that is what he had imagined. He never did get a chance to really hear that woman's voice. But she was the one who had written those words to him when he had said that he hated his father.
He had thought that she was wrong in that. There was no way he would become like that deplorable man. And yet here he was on the path to become the second Adken Parry.