James.

Fury flowed through me as I left Becca’s room. I couldn’t believe, once again, my daughter was proving to be just like her mother. She didn’t care about how Becca felt. It was all about her, and I wasn’t going to have it.

Even if Becca made it clear she didn’t want to move forward with what I was offering, it wasn’t right for my daughter to treat Becca the way she was.

Storming across the deck, I headed towards the front of the ship where ...