She’d said it. It was out there for the world to know now. And it totally felt good. They’d planned it, of course. Jenna Markham wouldn’t allow an interview without hitting all the hard topics, and Heather knew that going in. But she’d wanted to talk about her past. Was finally ready. “Your father,” Jenna said now in that compassionate tone she put on for deep subjects. Man, the way she played the emotions, she could have been an actress herself. “He was a recovering coke addict.” Heather let out a pfft—half sigh, half laugh. “He was never recovering. Recovering implies he was trying to get better. He never tried to get better. Anytime he was clean, it was just because he hadn’t landed the next score yet.” “And your mother?” She shrugged. “Drunk usually. Daddy was more functional than her. I don’t know what was worse.
