Sara

My father stood there in the doorway with his head bowed and his eyes full of shame. He looked trashed. Clearly, his self-care habits hadn’t improved in my absence.

“I–I just wanted to… apologize again. I wanted to see you, sweetheart. I missed you.”

“You SOLD me to pay off your debts. You don’t get to miss me. What are you really doing here, Dad? Jaxon doesn’t want you on his property or in the house,” I complained.

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