13
Shaun
Daddy…
I shot up from bed, my heart pounding as I blinked in the bedroom light I’d left on, never expecting to sleep.
Drew stood in the doorway, barefoot and in sweats, his hair wet as though freshly showered.
I scrambled to sit, my blood seeming to drain from my body at the pain in his eyes. “Dad?” I managed to whisper.
He shook his head.
“No.” I stared, denial the wall keeping my emotions in check.
“Shaun.” Drew started toward me, and I held up my hand.
“No,” I repeated, shaking my head. “No.”
The pain in his dark eyes twisted my insides—he wasn’t allowed to mourn Dad … wasn’t allowed Goddamnit!
A sob caught in my throat, a mere whine escaping as I fought to be the strong woman Dad always wanted me to be.
“I’m so f*****g sorry,” Drew said, his own voice breaking as h
