Written with Regret (Regret #1)

by Aly Martinez

And the first time she’d said “I love you, Daddy,” I’d frozen, my chest so tight that I thought there was a solid chance I was having a heart attack. Once I’d felt comfortable that I didn’t need to call an ambulance, I’d immediately gone to the bathroom, gotten in the shower, and fought back manly fucking tears in private. Well, until she had come looking for me, thrown the shower curtain back, and asked why she didn’t have a penis. After that, I’d started locking the bathroom door. I looked from her to the box and then back to her again. “How big do you think ferrets are?” “I don’t know.” “Exactly. Which is why you can’t have one.”

A camera could capture a million different emotions. But only one at a time. One second. One snap. One memory forever frozen in time.