Chapter 3

Giving Daddy what I hoped looked like an encouraging smile, I asked, “What’s up?”

He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Uh-oh, I thought. Yeah, this was definitely going to be “the talk.”

“Brandy, honey,” he said, crossing the room to sit on the edge of my bed. He looked uncomfortable and didn’t quite meet my eye—instead, he stared at a spot behind my head, his hands twisting nervously between his knees.