~~~CAIRO~~~
"Arhhh!" I hear that tiny, high-pitched voice behind me and my head snaps back so fast I nearly broke my neck.
I was just standing in front of my mirror, working my cufflinks and trying to get my head straight for the day, but now I’m looking at my four-year-old daughter, holding my heavy crystal glass of bourbon.
She’s squeezing her face like she just swallowed battery acid.
My heart does a f*****g somersault.
"Skye! What the he—"
I rush over and snatch the glass out of her tiny hands before she can drop it on the floor or, worse, take another swig.
I look at her, ready to go into full lecture mode, but she just starts giving me that mischievous little laugh.
"What are you doing with dad’s drink?" I ask, my voice sounding more panicked than I want it to.
Her face sh
