Ivy's P.O.V.
A week had gone by since hearing the news about my father’s death. I had come to terms with his passing. It had been his own fault, after all. He had lived his life around the wrong people, he was just as bad of a monster as the people who he did business with. And it had only been a matter of time before karma would have kicked his ass one way or the other. The only hole that kept staying inside of me, was the fact that I would never have the chance to hear him apologize to me. Did I actually think that he would have ever apologized? To be honest, no. But still, I had hoped that someday, he would understand the awful things that he had done throughout the years. And that maybe, just maybe, he one day would have apologized to me. That he would have apologized to my brothers a
