Page 102 of Best Kept Secret
He grabs his jaw, clutching it, moving it side-to-side as he glares at me.
I lift a finger, pointing at him. “You… you stay the fuck away from my mother.”
His brows drop causing his hairline to shift, his stare hard.
“You stay the fuck away from herandfrom me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I wantnothingto do with you. You got that?”
He says nothing, just stares at me still holding his jaw, indifferent and completely unaffected. Text book sociopath.
I shake my head at him, offering him one last glance before turning and heading back to my car.
“She’s going to die, Logan.”
I stop in my tracks, fists balling so hard my knuckles crack.
“You can’t save her.”
Turning slowly, I narrow my eyes as he steps down off the front porch.
“She doesn’t even know what day it is,” he scoffs bitterly.
“How would you know?” I spit. “It’s not like you’ve been to see her in over a year.”
He rolls his eyes, huffing a humorless laugh. “The sooner you let her go, the easier it’ll be on you, Son.”
“Don’t you fucking call me that,” I warn, stepping up to him so we’re chest to chest. “I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re a goddamn disgrace. I’m no fuckin’ son of yours.”
The air between us is thick and stifling, with an unsettling heaviness. And I know I should turn and walk away. I should leave. Leave and never come back here. But before I can, he speaks.
“No,” he says, smirk playing on his lips as he stares hard into my eyes. “My son died.”
With a self-deprecating laugh, I nod. “Yeah. He did die. And you wanna know why? You kept asking all these years.Wondering what could have possibly caused your golden boy to end it all.”
With a bored expression, he waits, blinking once, the silence between us deafening.
“You.” I shove my finger into his chest again. “Levi killed himself because ofyou.”
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head once. “You don’t know what?—”
“He sent me a letter,” I interrupt him, watching his face pale, his mouth snapping shut. “It came here, addressed to me, about a week after he died.”
The steely indifference on my father’s face makes way for something else. Resignation perhaps? Because I’m sure deep down he’s always wondered, maybe even assumed. Well, now he knows.
“He wrote down exactly why he did what he did and—” I clap my hands together, applauding him. “Congratulations, Dad. You killed him. You killed your own son. Levi’s blood is on your fucking hands.”
And with one last look at him, I turn and walk back to my car. And as I hop in and start the engine, I don’t even cast a glance back at him or the house as I tear off down the quiet street, leaving him in my past.
CHAPTER 45
MILLIE
Icheck my phone, yet again. Nothing. Where the hell is he? He was supposed to come straight home after his event at the children’s hospital. But that was hours ago. My brother and Emily are due to be here at any minute, and I’m going to have to explain the extra cut of prime rib sitting on the tray ready to be cooked. Dallas has a big appetite; maybe I can just say it’s for him.
I take a few big gulps from my bottle of Bud right as the intercom buzzes. Shit.
Hurrying to answer it, I press the button, Dallas and Emily appearing on the small screen.
“Hey, Sis, we’re here,” Dallas says into the speaker.
