A silent puff of air slips from her lips, the bottom one more full than the top. “Daddy Cade it is.” I’m not sure what I did to deserve this torture, but it must be something terrible. I like to think I’ve lived a straight and narrow sort of life, yet I’ve been handed heartache after heartache, challenge after challenge. It seems like the universe could have granted some sort of reprieve. But it granted me Willa fucking Grant.
