XANDER
What’s mine is mine, and no one messes with it. Not even my old man. He's a total leech, and that's never gonna change.
My fist clenches as I march toward Thomas Hall at Northeastern University where he's teaching. He wants to talk face-to-face about the s**t he's started, but I swore ages ago that I'd never step foot in our house again, where he's got his new family locked up. I don't wanna see him and his new bloodline. I'd rather talk somewhere else, like a coffee shop or a bar. But the old man's been ignoring my calls, so I'm ambushing him at work. That's my latest plan of attack.
About a month ago, our lawyer called me and spilled the beans that my sorry excuse for a father has his eyes on my late mom's – excuse me, my – beach house at Lake Michigan. Screw him, that place i
