All The Cards On The Table

‘That he is,’ Conor agreed. ‘No argument there. Especially after I found out he let you marry Landon. I mean, what kind of sick fuck does that? Let his only daughter marry the boy he once diddled?’ ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ I looked at him. ‘You said you were there at my graduation.’ ‘Would you have believed me if I did?’ Conor stared straight back at me. ‘Brennan was there, too. Back then, I wasn’t ready to come after him. I had to bide my time. And to you, he was a loving, doting father. There was almost zero chance that you’d take my word over his.’ I had to admit the logic in Conor’s words. Even confronted with hard evidence, I found it difficult to accept the truth about Brennan. ‘I just couldn’t understand why he’d do that—let you marry Landon. Why would he do that to his own daughter? But then I met Erin, learned you were adopted, and it started to make more sense.’ ‘I was just a pawn to him,’ I muttered. ‘A tool. No different from Landon.’ Conor nodded. ‘The truth hurts, but—’