But despite the dark, violent secrets of his past, she knew Tony Shaw had been a good man deep down. Jessica had never once been scared of him, never had any reason to be. He had never raised a hand to her. She couldn’t even recall a time when he had so much as raised his voice. She knew he had loved her like she was his own daughter. Just as she knew she would always love him. Their genetic makeup may have been totally different, but he would always be her dad. That would never change.
