an infant and cloistered me in Miami? “This should have never touched you, and I am sorry for that. Just know I have always loved you, Mila, no matter what you hear about me.” That was the third time I’d ever heard him tell me he loved me, and it split my heart in half. “Please don’t do this, Papa,” I pleaded. “He’ll kill you.” “Ivan will stay by your side. He cares for you.”
