Secrets & Surrender 3
“I couldn’t even leave her a note.
I stared out of the car window as my father’s driver and personal body guard, Tony, sped down the backcountry roads toward Austin. I leaned against the car door and as far away from my father as I could. If the old man ever needed a bodyguard, today was the day. Tony’s presence was probably the only reason I hadn’t strangled him yet.
Father sat with an expression of smug satisfaction as he held what looked like a plastic brick to his ear, speaking quietly into it. The cellphone had cost a small fortunate. He probably could’ve fed a family for a year with the monthly phone fees alone. It didn’t matter to him. It was all in the cost of doing business, he’d say. All he cared about was handling his business in the most efficient way, especially if the state was footing the bill.
Handled. That’s what my father did. He’d handled me just like he handled everyone around him.
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