Chapter 72–The Prison

OLIVIA'S POV I wore a black dress looking as I prepared to see father at the prison where he was kept. I had finally made up my mind that there was no reason I should call him father especially after all that had happened. I took a look at my neck to see that there was still a scar from the knife pressing into my skin right there from him and it was all thanks to him that was there. I got to the station and asked the policemen to give the both of us some time together, that I had come to talk to only him. They gave us a space with a little glass shield separating the both of us, keeping me from harm’s way. We spent almost ten minutes looking at each other. I especially was wondering what to say to him that would carry the full brunt of everything I felt. I wanted to tell him something that would hurt him to his bone. Sadly I did not know anything of that nature. We had a strained relationship if we could even call what we had a relationship at all. The