I’m not far. He’s the reason for all of this. I wish he was at the bottom of the lake because my father is dead to me. Damn William Coachman to hell.
I never once asked Cayden what his father’s name was, but I should have. If I had, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I’m in.
Frantically, I type out a reply to Lacey, detailing my suspicion that I’m currently experiencing hell on earth, or more accurately, in this truck. But my finger hovers over the send button as tears sting my eyes. “Ellie is such a pretty thing. Looks like my son has similar taste in women to his old man.”
What does that mean? Ellie is…
The world begins spinning as bile rises. If I send this text, I know Ellie will be in danger, which is exactly the reason we’ve done what we have, only to have it backfire epically.
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