Truth of the matter, I’d fucking lose all that I had for another time with her. We shared a connection of some sort. It might have been the simple fact that Peyton Daniels was broken beyond repair. Every day I woke up I told myself to stop, but I couldn’t. The woman occupied a space in my head—and my heart—no matter how much I didn’t want her to.
Peyton had more issues than I did, but it didn’t matter to me. She’d never admit to any of them. She couldn’t. That jackass who called himself her father would never let her acknowledge any frailty. Weakness wasn’t a flaw in the eyes of my boss. It was a detrimental failing that required prompt extermination. Didn’t matter if the problem was with his own family.
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