I grabbed his hand and held it against my cheek, tears falling nonstop. “I’m sorry, Dad! I’m useless… I’ve hurt you!”
He shook his head weakly with the little strength he had left, a faint sound escaping his throat, as if to say, “I don’t blame you.”
My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces over and over, the pain making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, his hand fell, his eyes closed and his head leaned to the side.
“No!” I looked up and screamed, with his body in my arms, becoming cold.
I held my father tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms.
Bennett Bradford. Talia Norwood.
I would make you pay for this blood debt, a hundred times over.
