"What if she's never ready?" he asked with a pitiful look on his face.
"Then you accept it," I stated.
"Accept that my little girl is gonna hate me for the rest of her life?"
I shook my head.
"Accept that you broke your little girl's heart and trust in you for the rest of her life," I corrected him.
Elio stumbled back like I'd physically slapped him. He deserved it and more. All I did was tell him the truth without the soft edges he'd built around it.
"Go home. Now," I ordered him. "And when you get there... tell your ex-wife, your oldest daughter, and her piece of sh.it fiancé to stop texting Sabel. Because if any of them text her one more fu.cking time about being selfish and coming home... about helping with her sister's big day... I'll make an appearance at their wedding myself,
