very corner held a memory, now tainted. I moved through the rooms methodically, boxing up five years of my li

he elevator doors opened and Liam stepped out.

come to help me, immediat

she said, her voice firm. "Y

es fixed on me. "What

I said, taping up a fina

he said. He took a step clos

hing to talk a

rustration that bordered on self-pity. "She' s my daughte

wasn't asking for my forgiveness; he was asking for my absolution. He wanted me to tell him he had done the right thi

constructed wall of calm I had built arou

. My hand flew up and connected with his cheek. The sou

ad a choice. You could have told me months ago. You could have been a man about it. But you didn' t. You stood there and you lied to my fac

k, shock warring with anger in his ey

a, s

, ugly dance of anger and pain. It wasn't a fight, it was something worse. It was the final, physical se

strength. He stumbled, catch

e space between us charged with five

e. The hurt was gone, repla

do. You took the most important thing in my life from me. Now, I' m going to enjoy taking the most important th