Daddy.”
But Daddy couldn’t do anything anymore. Preston slumped to the floor right on stage, clutching his head in his hands. His tuxedo crumpled. His bow tie slid to the side.
He was crushed not by me. But by his own greed and stupidity.
I looked at them from above. At this couple who just an hour ago considered themselves the elite.
“Marcus,” I said continue reading …
