As my father paced, beatitudes continued to flow from his lips. An unaware bystander would assume that I was his innocent pride and joy. Sadly, the men in that room knew the truth. I was far from innocent and definitely not my father’s treasure.
On any given day, Aldrich Jackson Daniels barely acknowledged his only living heir. It wasn’t always that way between Father and me, but when those bastards killed Mom and my baby brother, Father stopped loving everyone, including me. Grief became animosity, and his heart turned cold. There was nothing I could do to thaw it either. I tried. Lord knew I tried.
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