I’d shown my father grace by accepting his decision without resentment, but now, I felt differently. If I’d had a family of my own, a father in my life, perhaps I wouldn’t have needed to search for love elsewhere. I wouldn’t have been desperate, so I would have taken my time, not been impressed by Bolton’s handsomeness and his security. Most people had help from their parents all throughout their lives, something to fall back on when they hit hard times, but I never had that. I’d been on my own far too young.
