His voice reassures my mind, but not my heart. Tears start rolling down my face. I don’t want to let her go. New York is far. Too far. Petra is the joy of my life. My only child. My little angel, as I call her. But how can I fight against Roy Van Gatt and his multimillion-dollar lawyers? How can I fight when I’m an alcoholic who doesn’t want to get help?
I already hate this book and I’m only in the prologue. 🤦🏽♀️
