ANDY
I reached for the folder again, but I didn’t read it. I don’t look at the pictures inside, either. I give him nothing! I close the folder after a wicked realization.
Whatever was inside could wait.
I wasn't going to sit across from my father and let him watch me fall apart over whatever secrets he'd kept from me all these years. He had already seen enough of my anger, my confusion, and the cracks I'd fought to keep hidden.
He wasn't getting an honest reaction from whatever was inside this.
Not from me. Not now.
I tucked the folder beneath my arm and walked toward the door.
My father didn't try to stop me, and he didn't say another word.
But that was fine with me, because neither did I.
I left his office and kept moving.
Colt and Linc were still downstairs, surrounded by club
