Daddy’s Good Girl
"Olly, are you okay? Oliver, Answer me!"
He lifted his head slowly, blood trickling from his nose where the airbag had hit him, and then he was sobbing, great heaving sobs that shook his whole body.
"I can't… I can't do this anymore, Dad. I don't know what I'm doing.”
"I know," I said, unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling him into my arms. "I've got you, Oliver. I've always got you.”
An hour later, we walked into my mansion with Zella standing at the door, gaping at me in disbelief.