~~Claire~~
This has got to be some sort of joke. I laugh right in his face because surely—surely—he cannot be serious.
But Damon doesn’t laugh with me.
He just sits there with that blank expression of his, and the laughter dies in my throat.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I say, staring at him. “You actually mean that shït?”
“Claire, I know how this must sound.” He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “My father overreacted—”
“Overreacted? He practically asked me to vanish from the surface of this earth.”
Damon sighs. “Cassie was dear to him. You know how parents are about their favorite kids.”
I don’t. I only have one child, so I wouldn’t know. But even if I had more, I don’t think I’d be the type to make it obvious.
Then again, I have no personal benchmark. No siblings. No r
