He had been scared to open the folder of images that Donnel, an old friend from Callingfale, had sent. They were pictures, supposedly, of his father. Of both of his parents as well, back when they were dating. Sin didn’t know what he would see, how he would react, and he was afraid.
It had been corrupted. It was the source of the corruption that spread through his current life, his life in Elendel City—and wasn’t that quite the metaphor?
And when everyone began to get curious about the contents of the folder—he knew he shouldn’t have been so secretive about it, but Jax had offered him an out, a way to get away from the existence of the folder and a seemingly perpetual choice offered to him—he didn’t have the heart to tell them they were all wrong.
He couldn’t face a life he had left behind. A life that could have been so much better had his father not been taken from his mother and him. He couldn’t face pictures of his parents in their youth when they had been happy, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask Jax to rid the folder of its virus because then… what if he’d seen it?
What if they’d all seen it? Would the questions have begun? So far, no one had pried too much regarding his past, and though Sinclar wished it could stay that way, he knew.
Eventually, they would know too.
