"Honestly, the worst part wasn't Jefferson and my mother," Jerica admitted, glancing away. "It was my father. He knew about it—allowed it, even. He had his own affairs to cover up, so he let them carry on. It was just…part of the arrangement."
Jared's face softened, and she saw a glint of red in his eyes. He swallowed hard, his hands slowly unclenching. "I can't imagine what that must've been like. Here I thought growing up without a father was hard…" He muttered the last part silently.
He thought she had everything growing up but she had this big hole in her heart. Seeing her mother with another man who was not her father must have hurt her deeply. And to be shipped off the boarding school for doing nothing wrong…
Poor girl…
