We traveled to our house in Belrive. It was my attempt to hopefully cheer my family back and get them to normal, which I believe is not going to happen. Victor is worrying me more now. I can tell that he is taking this extremely hard. Even poor Elizabeth is not the same she was before. Victor seems so lost in his own world. There is something else on his mind too. It's as if he believes himself to be the murderer of the losses of our family. My poor family will never be the same again. What I thought was that this place would make us stronger, and yet it is where we are falling apart. I cannot handle my emotions. I've come into a dead end. I will never be the same again. And worse, Victor has left without any trace. What kind of a father am I?
-Alphonse Frankenstein.
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