Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

even me. It was calm. “And I’m not buying my daughter’s love.”

“She loves you,” Darla snapped.

I nodded slowly.

“She loves what I do,” I said. “And I’ve done enough.”

Barnaby made a soft sound behind me—almost a whine—like he was listening to my pulse.

Darla stared at me for a moment, like she was seeing a stranger.

Then her face hardened.

“You always do continue reading …