"Was that daddy?" Emily questioned as she greeted me into the estate's barn. I do not know what she's doing here, anyway. She was not making any attempt to help Grandpappy Jack in milking the cows nor was she feeding them. "What are you even doing here?" I said, irritated. My father always had that effect on me. After putting up with his antics for nearly twenty years, I was done. Emily was smart enough to move out years ago, but I felt it completely disrespectful. But now, I might just get her point for leaving. "I am trying to talk Grandpappy Jack into having a word with Santi so that we all may leave in peace." She says with attitude, flicking her nails at me. I scrunched up knowing she hasn't been to the salon at least three weeks over. I didn't mean it as an insult, but she was fil

