After My Father’s

me more than you thought.”

My grief sharpened into something cold.

“My father disliked you from the day you asked his assistant how much the company cleared in a quarter before asking where the restroom was.”

Miles’s eyes hardened.

“He disliked anyone who didn’t worship him.”

“He disliked predators.”

That landed.

For half a second, I saw the real Miles Hale—the continue reading …