Inside were several pages.
“Please read it.”
I tore it open.
Inside were several pages.
The first line said:
Mallory is my daughter.
For a second, all I heard was the blood thumping through my head.
My stomach dropped.
My hands started shaking so badly that the coffee mug slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor.
For a second, all I heard was the blood thumping through my head.
A barista hurried over.
“I’m sorry,” I said automatically.
“Did he mean he cared about you like a daughter?”
Mallory grabbed napkins, though there was nothing useful she could do.
I stared at her.
“What does he mean?”
She didn’t answer.
“Did he mean he cared about you like a daughter?”
