The Hockey billionaire's secret son
Afterward, Dad just sat with me at the table, his jaw tight, his hands resting on a mug he never used.
It wasn't until the next morning, standing at the stove with the water already starting to bubble, that he finally broke the silence, voicing what he'd been turning over in his mind about Jace ever since yesterday.
"He's not going to just walk away, Daisy. Not after finding you like that.”
"He has to, Dad. We don't exist to him," I answered, my fingers tightening around the handle of the spoon until my knuckles turned white.