"I didn't want you to marry Gianna either—did that stop you? Dad, I'm not with Miss Wilson just to spite you. I genuinely like her. But you? You've turned yourself into someone else's pawn over a kid."
Mr. Langston inhaled sharply. He never really understood how much Everett's biological mother had affected him—just knew his son had this odd quirk: he didn't like women.
Now that Everett actually liked someone, shouldn't he just let it be?
"You okay now?" The old man suddenly softened. He wasn't that stubborn of a person. But divorcing Gianna? That was off the table.
Because they still had a sweet, lively little daughter at home.
"I'm fine," Everett replied flatly.
