“Mr. Winters, you’re a good man. The best I know. You were a good father to Kylie, and you did more for me and my sister than you ever needed to.”
 
 He meets my eyes and nods. I hold out a hand and he grasps mine with his bent and misshapen one. I clasp it carefully so I don’t hurt him.
 
 “Thank you, Braxton,” he says.
 
 I nod, but I’m suddenly choked up and can’t quite say anything.
 
 He clears his throat. “Enough bullshit from this old man. Just do me a favor, will you?”
 
 “Anything.”
 
 “Keep an eye on my little girl,” he says. “I know you do already, but I need to ask you anyway.”
 
 “I will, Mr. Winters,” I say. “I will.”