"You should go," Harold said, staring down at the crimson wedding invitation in his hands. There was a trace of sorrow and disappointment in his expression—Janet was getting married, and she hadn't even told him. But what right did he have to blame her? The way he had treated Janet... he had never acted like a real father.
"Dad…" Ternence saw the shadow in his father's eyes and felt a pang of guilt. He had always known—Harold had distanced himself from Janet because of Anila, but deep down, Janet was the child he cherished most. She was the daughter of the woman he had truly loved.
