Evelina's POV
As I traced the path my papa had followed to the bar, I couldn’t help but think about Gabriel’s words. He was right, in a way. I had always believed that my papa loved me and that I was good enough for him, but maybe I had been wrong. Maybe he did resent me for taking Kyle’s side all these years. The thought sent a wave of nausea through me, and I clutched my stomach as I made my way through the crowded sidewalks. Tears stung my eyes, and fell down my cheeks. I angrily slapped them away. I love my papa. He was the first man in my life, way before Kyle entered the picture. And if I just took care of him, he might go back to the man I remember. The man I wanted him to be.
Morosely, I thought back to the times he’d complained in front of me. Complained about my mama always bei
