STRIKER

 

 

 

When the door squeaked, I felt it was her. Her presence just made the room too small for us. “You’re leaving again.”

“I’m not.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I was guilty of abandoning her years ago. It was still my fault that her mind and emotions were so volatile and fragile at that time, and it felt like I took advantage of it and didn’t think of the consequences. 

When all I wanted at that moment was to reassure her that she would be okay, what I was doing was wrong. I got it now.

“Dad fired you.”

“It’s alright.” I put my gun in...