He shrugged. "I know, but criminals don't have any reason to come way out here, and I needed some peace and quiet. I had to sort things out. Which is why..." He signed and looked down at his feet, kicking at the dirt. He'd wanted to say something since the incident, but it wasn't until now, that a plan was in motion, that he felt he could say enough.
Taking a cautious step forward, he presented the most harmless body language he could manage and searched her eyes. "I'm Doug Ramsey. There's something that you deserve to know. I talk to a lot of people online. One person I... used to talk to, we used to swap puzzles and... and riddles. It was Edward Nigma. I didn't believe him, and I had mentioned the Cluemaster, and, and..."
This was something he hadn't dug up in some time. The guilt was as fresh as the day it happened, and Doug's eyes stung with tears. He couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore, as the look on her face had slowly changed.
"I'm to blame for your father's death," Doug finally said, voice shaking and quiet.