Prologue
Xander
Age 4
“Hey, nice to meet you.” My new daddy said.
Age 5
“What’s up?” My new daddy said.
Age 6
“He won’t be here for this. Right?” My new daddy said.
Age 7
“Best if you cover your ears, son.” My new daddy said.
Age 8
My new daddy just stared at me.
Age 9
“Find somewhere else to be, scamp, yeah?” My new daddy said.
Age 10
“Here’s a twenty. Go somewhere else.” My new daddy said.
Age 11
Wasn’t a child supposed to only have one dad?
Well, two if they were a bonus dad.
Not fifty-eight.
Age 12
I watched as my mother got that smile on her face.
That smile told me all I needed to know.
So, I beat her to her normal line of speech.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. He’s your new client. Need me gone for a few hours?” I asked.
She didn’t react to my words.
Not that I ever expected her to.
Age 15
“Can I get a two-for-one special?” Her new client asked.
I held in the sneer.