Angel.The café was small, half-lit by morning sun spilling through the blinds. The smell of burnt toast and coffee sat heavy in the air. I sat in a corner booth, a plate of bread and eggs in front of me, and a cup of coffee that had already gone cold.I kept hearing my father’s voice in my head. His words, sharp and cruel when he said, “You’ll have to kill Castle.”At first, I thought I hadn’t heard him right. But I did. He had looked me dead in the eye when he said it, like he was talking about the weather, not murder.And now, sitting there, I knew I couldn’t do it.Even if I wanted to please him, I couldn’t. Because I loved Castle more than he or I could ever comprehend. But I didn't even want to please my father, because the man I saw yesterday wasn’t the father I once knew. He was a stranger wearing his face, speaking like God had given him the right to decide who lived and who died.I took a sip of the coffee. It was bitter. Still, I drank it as my thoughts continued whirling.
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