“But you’re right, you’re absolutely right. Hell, maybe this was inevitable…I’ve been reading and writing human interest stories my entire life. Incredible moments,” I sniff. “Other people’s defining moments and echoes. So, what do I go and do?” My eyes spill over. “The worst fucking thing imaginable to a man who means everything to me. Just being here, meeting you, is a betrayal in itself, Easton—of the worst kind.” Fear rolls through me at the idea my father might already know where I am. “If he found out I was here, with you, I don’t know if he could or would ever forgive me.”
