I really don’t.
Other than the few ways I can yank Olivia’s chain, I’m stuck in an endless loop of not being sure how to divorce her without my father retaliating against me, and not being sure how to refuse to run for a second term without him retaliating.If I ask for her help, she’ll turn on me and sell me out to my father, and then tell her family I forced her to lie to maintain her relationship with them.I know she would.
There’s an equally vicious Hell to face if break Liam’s heart again.
I’ve apparently wedged myself into a crevice I can’t turn around in.
But Daniel’s been in the political world for a lot of years.Liam begs me to trust him, and I trust Liam.Yes, I trust Daniel, too, even though I know he’s still angry and hurting.
The bracelet on my right wrist jingles against my skin when I shake my hand.I want Daniel toloveme.The kind of love he feels for Liam.I’d be happy with even a fraction of that love.The glimpses I’ve seen of that powerful force takes my breath away.
Climbing into bed, I text Liam good-night, and then Daniel.
Then I close my eyes and pray.
Lord, I know this is a test, but I’m honestly lost.Give me strength and hope and grace and wisdom, please.Give me a sign.
On the nightstand, my burner phone vibrates.
It’s a reply from Daniel.
Good boy.Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow at church.Keep making Me proud.Your patience with Me this week is appreciated and will be rewarded.:)
Isn’tthata sign?
I blink back tears.Honestly?I don’t think my father’s ever told me he’s proud of me.Not that I can recall.Maybe he’s said it to others about me to make himself look like a good dad, but the only praise like that I’ve ever received is from Liam…and Daniel.
Thank you, Sir.
I close my eyes and try to sleep and realize I’m smiling.
I don’t know what my reward will be, but a modicum of peace fills me.
It might take me until the end of my first term, but I will not spend the rest of my life with Olivia or beholden to my father.
At least I now feel like maybe God’s on the same page I am.
It’s a start.