Walker Scobell Dad Novels & Stories

Her face was white as chalk, her eyes fixed on the screen where her son's hands were wrapped around my throat. "Can you see what you raised?" Grandfather asked her, and there was so much disappointment in his voice it made me want to cry. "If he wasn't stopped, he would have killed his cousin today. His own blood. And you want me to give him access to run my company? He's not worth it, Isadora. He's not worth any of it." "Father…" Aunt Isadora started, but her voice broke. Grandfather stood up suddenly, too quickly for a man his age. He swayed on his feet, and I saw the color drain from his face.