Grant
I leaned back in my chair behind my desk and rubbed my eyes.
While everything was falling into place, the pain in my heart wasn't ebbing.
Why wouldn't it just go away? It had been constant for the past five years, ever since I'd lost my darling daughter and beloved wife. I shouldn't have ever had to bury them!
Their deaths could have been avoided had I acted sooner, had I not sat on my hands.
Lillian, my sweet daughter, had been killed by her husband--that damn bastard--Maxwell Cromp!
We hadn't known about his abuse until she finally broke and came to us for help during her first pregnancy with little Brandy. He had effectively cut her off from us. Never allowing us to speak with her and forbidding her to speak to us. I couldn't even begin to fathom why she went back to him, wh
