God knows our children, if we had them, would not be safe with my parents.Not my father.And I don’t want them around that toxic behavior.
Would Caylee even want to marry me and have children if she knew the truth?
Perhaps knowing the answer to that is harder than walking away.
Recently, the light in her eyes has dulled.
I need to release her from this relationship so she can meet someone better suited.Someone who, if she does fall pregnant with, will come with a set of grandparents she can depend on.
Fuck.
I’m so sick of the shame that weighs me down constantly.
Goddamn you, Dad.Why couldn’t you have gotten sober and taken the literal get-out-of-jail-free card I handed you and done something with the rest of your life?
Resentment floods me as I stand, stretching my body.
Nothing has changed.
Not in years.
And it never will.
Once we have Brad Thornton dealt with and I know Caylee is safe, I will do the right thing.I’ll set her free.
I should’ve fucking stayed away.
Cole was right.
“Hey, check this out,” Thomas says, zooming in on an email.Is that...fuck, is that this week’s date?”
We all see it.
“Jesus,” I curse, staring at the message.“He’s trading one of the kids this fucking week.”
“Get Josh back in here,” Ryder growls.“Now!”
