C57 57

The pride on his face makes my ovaries explode, and I know in that moment that any bitterness or resentment I thought I felt toward his life in L.A. doesn’t apply to his daughter. I know it doesn’t matter that Scarlett lied. It doesn’t matter that Abi shares none of his DNA, because she is his. In every way that counts, she’s his daughter.

I follow him up the polished wood stairs