DADDY'S GIRL
Anthony Green had discovered something important.
Very important.
His daughter had completely taken over his life.
And he wasn't complaining.
Not even a little.
Three weeks after the truth came out, Diana had developed a routine.
A very specific routine.
One that Anthony had absolutely no control over.
Every morning:
"Daddy, good morning."
Every afternoon:
"Daddy, look what I made."
Every evening:
"Daddy, can I tell you something?"
Every night:
"Daddy, goodnight."
The little girl seemed determined to make up for six years in a matter of weeks.
Anthony was more than willing to help.
"Daddy."
Anthony looked up from his laptop.
"Yes, princess?"
Diana climbed onto his lap.
Again.
She'd practically claimed pe
