“Why did he tell you and not us?” My question was rife with hurt, and I hated myself for showing her that vulnerability. “You and Sof were always too good for the life. Dad wanted to give you two the chance to be free of the family.” “And you?” “I was a different story. Surely you remember what a terror I was as a kid. Dad knew I would get myself into trouble if he didn’t guide me and give me an outlet for all my raging emotions. Hell, I broke Billie Tomlinson’s nose when I was only ten—I wasn’t like you two. Never was, never will be.”
