~~~CAIRO~~~

"Arhhh!" I hear that tiny, high-pitched voice behind me and my head snaps back so fast I nearly broke my neck.

I was just standing in front of my mirror, working my cufflinks and trying to get my head straight for the day, but now I’m looking at my four-year-old daughter, holding my heavy crystal glass of bourbon.

She’s squeezing her face like she just swallowed battery acid.

My heart does a fucking somersault.

"Skye! What the he—"

I rush over and snatch the glass out of her tiny hands before she can drop it on the floor or, worse, take another swig.

I look at her, ready to...