HOLLY
I had barely slept since seeing my father. He had shown up again this morning with gifts for James, saying that he just wanted to be there for me and to be a grandfather. My head was telling me not to trust a single word that came out of his mouth, but if I was honest, there was a small part of me that wanted it to be true. I had grown up longing for him to show me affection. I had settled for pride. I had tried to be the best hunter that I could be, just so that he would be proud of me. Yet I had never felt good enough, not really. I always felt that he would have preferred a son. Now, here he was, offering me the love and support that I had spent a lifetime craving from him. Part of me wanted so badly to believe that it was real, but for the sake of my son, I couldn’t take that c
