Chapter Eight.
I FROWNED AT THE TONE in my daughter’s voice. She really had no right to speak to me like that.
“Sweetheart, I can understand why you would be upset....” Though, why Tiffany was home with Harry, I had no idea.
“Upset? You understand why I’m... upset! My father’s in the hospital because he got his d**k chopped off! And my mother is nowhere to be found!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Not daring to sigh out loud, though I wanted to. She might hear me make a sound of frustration, then I’d really be in the s**t.
Tiffany was my eldest daughter, and far more like her father than I wished. She had a temper, and although I didn’t like to admit it, she lacked the empathy her sister had.
“Sweetheart, what can I help you with?”
There was silence, and I assum
