Caris sat in the middle of the bed she shared with Malachi reading her letters from her father and sobbing pitifully.
True to Virgil’s claims, the man had been poetic and if she had any doubt whether her father could have loved her, he had erased it all within two paragraphs of the first letter. His goal had been to write her a letter every day until he found her. Where Amber had said he’d started looking for her a month after finding out about it her, it was clear he had started his search far ahead of even telling them he was. His life was cut short before he found her.
Malachi calling her name made her look up in surprise. It wasn’t even five and she had expected he’d be at the offices of Walker-Young until well after midnight.
She had left the law offices and had come straight home.
