Bernard set down his phone, slumped back against the sofa, and wearily rubbed his forehead. Just a few days had passed, but he seemed to have aged ten years, his hair a mess, his beard unkempt.
Bonnie cautiously poked her head out of her room. She looked anxious and uneasy. She knew her father's company was in serious trouble, and she was the one who had caused it. So, for the past three days, she had stayed inside, obediently, not daring to go out and play.
She couldn't believe how ruthless Ryan was. She just wanted to give Eudora a little taste of her own medicine, but she never expected such a brutal payback from him. If she knew he was a crazy dude, she wouldn't have messed with him, even if it meant she'd be six feet under.
“Dad, how are you doing?” she sidled up to Bernard and as
