“You don’t get to go there without me, Whitfield,” I repeated. “Don’t I? He’s my father, Jax.” The fight in her was back. I wondered why I wished for it and how I could want to engage in it. “He’s nothing but a man who gave you life, then took the life that was most important to you.” She stared deep down into the dark depths of me as she said, “Are you talking about my mother or are you talking about you? Because I lost both of you to him.”
