April 18th, 1888

My daughter,

You ought learn some manners in how you write your father, Annabelle.

The tone you are writing me is not at all how a young lady should be. Though that is unsurprising; you are more like an urchin than a lady at this point.

You say you will speak the truth if I ask for specific details to which I must question now if you have been honest with me prior.

I won't lay claim to you being a child whom I can say I am proud of, Annabelle. Your behaviours thus far indicate to me that you do not seem to care either but I did not raise a liar. Your brother and sister would not lie to me so why do you feel it prudent to lie to me constantly?

Do you want to upset me and your mother with your... unsavoury ways?

I'll be visiting within a week. I've written your aunt already and she has notified me of your employment patterns.

I am tired of reading these lies and we have a lot to discuss.

Your father,
Mr. A. C. Scrimgeour

Nota bene; your mother is adamant I send you this. She mentioned your handwriting needs improvement.