She’d been the preacher’s daughter. And boy, she must have had a thing for guys like Daddy, because she sure did know how to pick the possessive, unreasonable asshole who would sooner knock her around than talk to her. The first time it happened, she was sixteen. She’d run to Kell’s father, Jimmy Kellogg, and asked him if maybe, maybe, his parents could help her out since she was pregnant with his baby. She forgot how the argument escalated, but it ended with him doubting Kell was even his and her getting slammed against a wall. She remembered getting slammed against a wall—her father had done it to her not twelve hours earlier, and before that, probably two or three months ago, because that was just the way Daddy rolled. She had a friend drop her off in Tyson with enough money to pay rent for two months, enough food for a week, and just enough skill at lying about her age to get a job as a waitress.
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