“Have your seat,” Amber said, her voice calm in a way that didn’t match the look in her eyes.
Briella lowered herself into the chair opposite, her pulse pounding but she didn’t blink. She wanted answers and needed them badly.
Amber leaned forward. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. By now, you know who your real father is.”
Briella didn’t move, her gaze locked.
“You may be wondering why I’m involved,” Amber continued. “It’s because of you father, or am I supposed to call him that?.. Well Mr. Garland.”
Her words tightened something in Briella’s chest.
Amber’s tone shifted, her voice suddenly became bitter as she spoke. “When my mother was sick, I begged him for help. He agreed but he didn’t keep his promise. I lost her in that hospital because I couldn’t pay the bills. He wasn’t
