TIMOFEY
"So that's your father." My voice sounds calm enough, but rage has been simmering under the surface since the moment we walked through that door.
I already hated Piper's dad based on what she's told me. Then to see the way he looked at her, like he was a snake and a fresh mouse had just been dropped in his cage… I wanted to strangle him with his own IV cord.
"Yeah, that's him." Piper tries to smile, but it's thin. Almost as thin as her father's sweat-soaked hospital gown. "Charming, isn't he?"
"No," I correct. "He's fucking scum."
I expect her to nod in agreement. Instead, she spins towards me, jaw set. "Your father employs a hitman. A hitman who tried to kill you! I don't think you should be the authority on what makes a good father."
I step back, taking in all of her at once. Her tense shoulders and narrowed eyes.
Even though I rushed Benjamin through town like a Formula fucking 1 driver, I'll never be a good enough father in Piper's eyes.
