I can't believe I hurt her. Who could hurt such a sweet girl?

Holding hands was one of my favorite parts.

A roar leaves my throat and I stub out the cigar, resuming my pacing on the back porch of the cabin. Holding her hand and leading her into that stupid eye doctor was one of my favorite parts, too. Standing guard while she was examined, handing over my credit card afterward. All of it. Every second. I'm her Daddy and I make everything better for her. It's a privilege.

You blacken everything.

Maybe it's true. Even though she makes me feel the opposite. No matter how I dice it,...