Northom

It is hard to write, I just dont want to face black and white truth of what has happened. 

The wedding happened, to early, just few weeks after the first word of this..tragedy. I think my father was affraid I would flee. 

I was called to home to help mother about something important, not knowing of this. Mother was angry and she just cried a lot, as she gave me her wedding dress. She asked me for forgivnes while my brothers were hold off by farmworkers from the house. It was chaos.

(( This letter is tucked between pages of Lisbeths diary it is written with manly un orderly writing, and accompanied with few pages of documents))

Lisbeth dear, my wife,

Surrendering.

I feel like I am surrendering, bending, breaking my heart to fill the will of my father and family. Could I just run away? Where could I go? I wouldn't survive in wilds further then few days, they would find me.

I cant escape this. All is pushing me into his hands. 

The legacy, the papers of ownership, the debt of my father to him, will be payd with my happiness.

"When you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

My mother always said.

It was never come to my mind what would it mean till now.