The Right Decision

by coldto

I'm standing on the sidewalk with this necklace. The blood of the victim is still caked alongside my body. I await judgement for my actions. Now I can only hope to ask, did I make the right decision? (Set after the events of Sly 3)

1. Prolouge

Of course I didn't blame Carmelita. I was a damned fool to think I could hide it for so long. It was only natural that'd she'd ask sooner or later.

I remember when I stole my police files in Paris so many years ago. That document held my entire life story, and I'm guessing Inspector Fox never got a chance to read the whole thing. Obviously, she had no idea about my parents. In a way, I'm glad she brought it up. Now it's out in the open, and she's aware of my past.

Still, there's something that bothers me beyond explanation. I realized something tonight. I could always picture my father's face just fine. I remember bouncing on his knee as he told me stories about our family ancestry. However, the more I tried, the harder it became. I couldn't picture the face of my mother. Was she even there for me? Did she ever leave my father? I know she existed, and I know she loved me, so why don't I remember her?

I have to find out somehow, because I can't live the rest of my life not knowing. I have to find a way to go back and see her face, just one more time.