ELODIE'S POV~
My uncle's voice dropped, his voice was heavy with that particular kind of shame men carry when they feel like they've failed.
"You've given uncle money many times, but the company still..."
He continued to repeat those words and yet didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't have to.
'Remained barely alive.'
The words hung there between us, unspoken but it was loud. So loud that my ears began to ring and my chest tightened tightly as though I was about to lose every damn oxygen in my body system. I watched him, really watched him, this man who had raised me when Logan decided fatherhood was too inconvenient. His shoulders were a little more stooped than I remembered. More gray at his temples. More lines around his eyes.
He looked tired.
This kind of tiredness was one that
