Caress Part Three (Arcadia Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
The words were wrenched from me. Staring at my father, I could scarcely breathe. My chest felt as though it was in a vise. One that was squeezing my heart to pulp. He stood in front of me, solid and real, a little thinner than I remembered but otherwise not looking much worse for the wear despite having been on the run for three years. Face to face with him, I had to wonder how I’d ever believed that a man so clever and resilient was dead. Oh, right, the video of him blowing his brains out. The nightmares that seeing it had induced. The three years of silence and grief. And shame. Being the target for the blame that rightly should have been directed at him. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. There was a time when I would have given almost anything for this moment. I’d fantasized about seeing my father again, dreamed of it, hoped and prayed for it. I’d long since lost count of how many times I’d seen someone in a crowd and thought for a moment that it was him, my spirits suddenly leaping only to crash back down again.
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