Axel
“You wanted to see me?” My father was relaxed back in his leather chair. He looked absolutely exhausted and while I initially felt a pang of guilt for bothering him instead of letting him catch up on his rest, my resolve came crashing right back.
Straightening my back, I walked confidently to the chair across from him.
“You read the email.” It wasn’t a question. Father sighed and rubbed his eyes with one of his hands.
“Yes.”
“You don’t believe me.” Again, a statement. Not a question.
“I don’t know.” I said truthfully, openly. I didn’t want to start a fight with him, especially if it was unnecessary.
He nodded. “I don’t blame you for not believing me. Especially with the track record I have.” His hand dropped away and he looked me straight in the eye. “I didn’t do it, Axel. I
