His voice then dropped, turning colder as he continued, "If he behaves, I don’t mind supporting him. But if he doesn’t... well, a blind, crippled man overwhelmed with despair? It wouldn’t be surprising if he took his own life."
I felt the blood drain from my body.
This man — my father — was talking about my death as if it were nothing.
Honestly, I had never felt warmth from this family. When they brought me back a year ago, they cried and apologized for losing me, swearing they’d spent every moment of the past twenty years missing me. They claimed they’d cast Jed aside for my sake, sending him overseas despite raising him for over two decades.
Back then, I said I was willing to get along with Jed, but my parents refused. They insisted they didn’t want me to carry any emotional baggage.
Yet, I’d seen my mother quietly wiping her tears at night. I knew she could never truly let go of Jed.
Cade's POV
As such, I swore to myself that I’d do everything I could to make my parents proud, to become their one true pride and repay them for all they’d done for me.
But now, they’ve shattered every last illusion I had about family.