Lo stares up at the sky again, and when his sharp-edged gaze falls to me, he says, “Because I was raised by a bad man who was also a bad father.” He pauses. “And despite whatever feelings I have about it, my son thinks I’m good, and every day I try to prove him right.” He stares into me like he’s reaching into the bottom of a pool. “You want this. I think you do. And I want to give it to you.” I rub my mouth, trying to collect myself. “So I’ll be…” “You’ll be his bodyguard again.” Truth. I never thought I’d hear those words. Because to me, it’s more than just a job. It’s so much more. “Thank
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