“Perceptions, Tucker. Perceptions aren’t truths.”
Tucker ignored the psychobabble. Then he stroked Chad’s cheek with metal, because he actually appreciated it. “Anyway, as soon as I was out of the hospital, I found my Daisy. It hurts my heart to think she lives with the same memory of it all that I do. The same guilt.”
“She loves you. That much was crystal clear.”
“Eric Somers had the nerve to sue.”
“Sue who?”
“Me. Quinn’s ‘estate.’” Tucker did the finger quotes with his claws. “Which was laughable, because Quinn and I had nothing. He made life miserable for a while. He wanted Daisy dead. He walked away—limped away—with both hands, both legs, his life, and a f*****g sprained ankle that would be good as new in a week. Still, he saw himself as the biggest victim. It all went away after
