I don’t know why I was crying. I suppose it was a lot of things. I was crying because AJ was safe.
Even though I’d never loved David, I had liked him a great deal. I had respected him, and been willing to accept him into the family because it seemed the right thing to do. Besides my mother loved him and that was all that mattered to me. He hadn’t been and now never would be the father to AJ that he should have been.
I wasn’t sure I liked myself much because I wasn’t truly sorry he was dead. Sorry he’d been murdered, but not, in my heart, sorry he was gone, and that was perhaps the saddest thing of all. Instead of grieving for the death of my step father, I was already thinking about how...
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