her eyes.
 
 "Oh Momma. This is all happening so fast. It
 
 might not have happened overnight to you, but it has
 
 to me."
 
 "I know, Leigh. I appreciate what you're going
 
 through, but I'm going to need you to help me, too. I need your support and love. Will you be more than
 
 my daughter? Will you be my best friend, too?" Her eyes were glassy, tear-filled, but warm. I
 
 couldn't help reaching out to her. She kissed my
 
 cheek.
 
 "I'll try. But Momma, what will happen to
 
 Daddy?"
 
 "Nothing will happen to him, Leigh. Believe
 
 me. He has his business and that keeps him busy day
 
 and night. You'll see him and he'll see you just as
 
 much as you do now, which isn't all that much," she
 
 added dryly.
 
 I didn't say anything. She might be right about
 
 that, I thought, but still, it felt like a sword through the
 
 heart to hear her say it.
 
 "And Leigh, most important of all, will you try
 
 to like Tony? Will you give him a chance? If you do,
 
 you will see how sweet he is and you will understand
 
 why I love him so."
 
 I couldn't help my feelings. Every time she said
 
 she loved Tony, I thought about Daddy and how cruet
 
 it all was. To think of Tony made my stomach
 
 butterflies flutter a bit, stir from their restless sleep.
 
 As I sat there it slowly dawned on me, sank like water
 
 into concrete, that this was all Tony's fault. I hated
 
 Tony! Oh, why did this rich, handsome man have to