SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

My throat bobbed from the force of my harsh swallow. It felt like my ears were bleeding, like I wasn’t in a real place, like my father….the man I thought had raised me from the moment I was born up till now, was speaking such words to me, and in such a tone. Especially when he had never spoken like this to me.

Ever.

“And now that your pathetic little family has reunited, just know this, I’m coming for what’s rightfully mine, even if I have to fucking snuff ...