GENEVIEVE
TWO YEARS LATER
-Father!
I run down the stairs and toward the front door, my sneakers clicking on the marble with every step. At the sound of my voice, he stops and turns to me with a questioning look and a smile. There's always a smile on Dad's face whenever he looks at me. Even when he's angry with me, he quickly forgets everything and smiles.
Our housekeeper, Martha, says I'm the only one who can make him smile from the bottom of his heart. So I'm kind of proud to have the superpower to make the 'wild devil,' as the media calls him, smile only for me. But the media are idiots because they forget that he's been such a devoted single father since he was young.
My father hasn't aged much. At thirty-seven, going on thirty-eight, he still has a strong build that fi
