Sam stared at Darla, still struggling to accept that he had a daughter who looked so much like him. He'd never imagined a female version of himself. He didn't take after his mother, but if she saw Darla now, she'd be ecstatic to have a grandchild. Darla sat on a bar stool, her jacket off, a strip of medical tape on her arm. Her body bore bruises, but the most striking mark was the ugly scar on her shoulder, a brand etched into her skin.
Sam had insisted Ice check her injuries, but Darla refused, stubbornly claiming she could handle it. After much convincing, she let Andrea tend to the still-bleeding wound. Sam noticed how cautious she was around men, gravitating toward women and Sky. Yet, within hours, Matt had somehow earned her trust.
Since returning from the facility, Ila and Darla av
