The father who had walked away gave his answer… but it came too late

” Mr. Hargrove said, cutting him off politely but firmly. “He was of sound mind.”

Drew looked at me for the first time. It was not a friendly look.

“Who even is she?” he said, as though I weren’t sitting six feet away.

“She,” I said quietly, “is his daughter. From before.”

The words landed with a particular weight. From before. Before Elena. Before Westbrook.continue reading …