“He found me two weeks ago. On Instagram.”
Then she said his name.
Chase.
The local baseball star. A hero on the field and a nightmare everywhere else. I had read enough articles to know he was full of ego and empty of character.
And I hated him.
“Grace, that man hasn’t spoken to you your entire life,” I said. “He’s never even asked about you.”
She stared at her hands, twisting her fingers.
“I know. But he said something… something important.”
Her voice cracked.
“He said he could ruin you, Dad.”
My blood turned cold.
“He what?”
She took a shaky breath, and the words rushed out.
“He said he has connections. That he could shut down your shoe shop with one phone call. But he promised he wouldn’t… if I did something for him.”
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