Bridget's POV

“Bridget, get down here. There’s a package for you,” Daddy yelled from downstairs. He was still recovering from his sickness but I was glad to have him home. I hated living alone with Sierra.I bounded down the stairs to the living room where Daddy was lying on his pull-out couch with his legs stretched out. I was aware of the weapon he had stashed around the couch for protection.

“You shouldn’t yell, Daddy. Save your strength,” I scolded him. He scoffed and tossed me ...