It was Henry who clamped down hard on Charlotte's wrist, and his weathered face made her shriek in terror.
"Dad? Are you a ghost? Did your lingering resentment bring you here as a vengeful spirit to demand Lana's life?"
She quickly regained her composure and insisted that I had hired someone to trick her.
She swung back and slapped Henry hard across the face.
"You beast! You even dare to impersonate my dead father. Do you have a death wish?"
Struck out of nowhere by his own daughter, Henry flew into a rage.
"I'm not dead! I am your father, Henry Clarkson! When you were little, you got pecked on the butt by a chicken in our hometown, and you still have a scar there to this day!"
Now that's something that no one but Henry would know.
Charlotte froze, and it took her several seconds t
