“Low blow, Cross. Yes. I would want anyone who hurt her to be punished. I’d want him to be thrown in prison and the key thrown away. But I’m not your daughter,” I yell back at him. Cross’s eyes flare before he roars back at me, “No. You’re the love of my life. And I can’t fix this for you. Let me fix this.” “It’s not your job to fix me, Cross.”
