DARREN

“I don’t ever want you to be my father again.” Those deep blue eyes that aren’t mine size me up, assess me, and find nothing so she just looks away and cuddles up in her chair, turning her back to me. “I wish my father were Devlin instead.”

And I physically feel my heart stop. My eyes are too dry for tears. My hands are too frozen to reach for Beatrice and tell her that I can’t live without her.

The mere thought of it sets my heart completely ablaze. I can’t do it. A ...