Chapter Fifty-Nine

T Y L E R

Autumn and Shanelle helped my mom with her stained mascara in the bathroom while I stayed in the living room with Bernucci. He offered me something to drink but I declined his offer. My mind was still trying to process all of this.

There was a part of me that flooded with relief because I had not proceeded with the revenge. The other part felt guilty. I had spent my entire life blaming the guy, wishing him ill or dead, when he had not even known I existed until I was five. I felt bad because he was not the asshole I had portrayed him to be. He was a good man; he wanted to come to us, but mom shut him off and moved to Vancouver without telling him.

He told me he had offered the scholarship because he wanted to be a part of my life—even if it was just a small part. And there I was, a year ago, planning to expose him for giving an unauthorized scholarship to the school board. Autumn said he had even called her to the office to ask a