The Barefoot Boy’s Dance Revealed Her Father’s Hidden Fear

went silent.

Marcus turned slowly toward Celeste.

His voice was almost unrecognizable.

“Grief language?”

Celeste’s composure faltered.

“You were not in a state to make objective decisions.”

“You used my dead wife against me.”

“I protected the foundation.”

“You used my daughter.”

Celeste lifted her chin.

“The foundation exists because of her story.”

“No,” Marcus continue reading …