How would Gordon Gofannon react to knowing his daughter is propositioning strange men? Seconds later, the system informs me that it has been read. The texting bubbles appear on screen, indicating that she’s typing a reply. My breath quickens, and I ready myself for a battle of wills. But after a minute, they disappear. My lips curl into a smile. This is a game of mutually assured destruction. She won’t dare reveal my secret if I threaten to reveal hers.
