How many times can a heart break before it stops feeling?

I sat on the edge of the bed the next morning, my mother’s diary open on my lap. Daddy was in the shower, the sound of running water the only noise in the room. My hands trembled as I turned another page.

June 8th

I confronted him last night. I told him I know how he looks at Ava. He didn’t deny it. He just smiled that cold smile and said, “She was always meant to be mine, not yours.” I’m terrified. I’m moving up the meeting with Harrington. We’re leaving this weekend, even if I have to drug...