Chapter 8 - My Father Walked Into My Wedding Reception Twelve Years After His FuneralThe reception had just ended.
Vincent and I were alone.
Then a man appeared at the door.
Older.
Gray.
Thin.
I knew him instantly.
My father.
I couldn't breathe.
"Dad?"
He cried.
"I'm sorry."
I ran to him.
He held me.
"I thought you were dead."
"I needed you to."
"Why?"
"Because Evelyn had people everywhere."
He looked at Vincent.
"I owe you."
Vincent nodded.
"You don't."
My father handed me one final file.
"Evelyn wasn't the beginning."
I frowned.
"What?"
He opened the folder.
Names.
Another network.
Another family.
Someone above Evelyn.
Someone who had been using everyone.
The name was terrifying.
Arthur Cross.
Vincent went silent.
He knew the name.
"Cross is still alive?"
"Yes."
My father nodded.
"And he knows you are married."
May you like
He looked at me.
"He knows exactly where you live."
