I could hear her stand up and excuse herself. I could hear her making some excuse that I needed numbers for something when that wasn't the case. And with the final sound of a heavy door shutting, I knew that we were alone. "Your father had only the best intentions, Mike. He was giving her the life that she dreamed of."
"Did he f**k her?" I shot the question at her, point blank. Bile rose up my throat with the words that fell from my lips. I hoped to God that wasn't the case. That she hadn't lied to me when we had spoken in my bathroom the first day.
"He wanted you to have a sweet girl and she was considered shy, timid, and sweet. He thought she was-" I interrupted her again. I didn't give a rat's ass about what she had to say. She was making f*****g excuses for a sick man that I didn't w
