“You okay, Stede?” Charlie asks, brow furrowed. “You remember my oldest daughter, Dakota, don’t you?” Fuck. My body tenses like it’s in battle. Still, I do my best to keep my face expressionless while my heart slams against my chest like a kick drum. Remember. More like engraved onto my goddamn soul. Although, I’d never tell Stede that. Dakota and I are water under the bridge. She came into my life as quick as she left. One year. But it felt like she blew up my entire world.
