Valerie sat on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched in her hand as she stared at the screen.

River’s cold reply had caught her off guard. She remembered him as the doting father to Tiffany and Lucas, but this version of River? She didn’t recognize it.

She sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed beside her. She had tried to understand River’s obsession with revenge, but it was becoming harder to ignore how distant he had become.

Lucas’s birthday was tomorrow, and she wanted River to ...