HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

God help her.

She stopped at the island.

“Daddy.”

She has not called me Daddy since she was about nineteen. She calls me Dad or Walt or, when she’s mad at me, Walter. Daddy meant something was very wrong and she already knew it.

Gareth came in behind her with his hands in his coat pockets and that smile. He has a good smile. I will give him that. It’s continue reading …