Chapter Twenty-Four
Sonic Shuttle
Sam wandered through memories on her way back to her bunk. In a home that felt foreign, with a man she barely recognized. He had short, curly hair. She remembered that when he’d grow out his hair, it would bounce like springs that hung in his eyes. He had a soft smile. No matter how happy he was, it never grew beyond a certain point, always subdued. He could fill a room with laughter, but he only ever filled the living room, when he was with her. He didn’t like to be the center of attention.
Which is what made his downfall so quick.
Sam only found out what happened to her father years later, as a teenager living alone on the streets. He wasn’t a bigwig executive type at the financial firm, but he was more than middle management. Combine that with his l
