“Dad?”
“Sweetheart.” His voice was warm and tired. “How is she?”
I looked at Ben.
“She survived.”
A pause.
Only half a second.
He Married My Sister for a Reason. The Truth Was Written in My Name.
“Dad?”
“Sweetheart.” His voice was warm and tired. “How is she?”
I looked at Ben.
“She survived.”
A pause.
Only half a second.
