“Mack, if she wanted a relationship with you, she would’ve been cultivating it before she found out about us. Right?” “Yeah, but…” His voice trails off, leaving a crack in my chest the size of the Grand Canyon. But. He said but. “She’s my daughter,” he argues, looking more broken than I’ve ever witnessed. “I’m her father. I’d do anything for her. I have to be willing to do anything for her.”

