"Dad, someone is blackmailing me. I'm here because I know that you can't afford another scandal. I'm here to warn you," I explained, getting straight to the point, knowing that he wasn't looking for an apology. My father would view an apology as a sign of weakness and he detested any kind of weakness, especially from me. On top of that he was brutally honest.
He hadn't always been so focused. The past shaped him into the man that he was today-not affectionate, indifferent. I usually had trouble reading his emotions, and right then, standing in front of him, I had no idea what he was thinking. He inhaled, closed the book, and stood up. He was very tall, over six foot five, with broad shoulders and deep lines on his cheeks. People often told me that I was the spitting image of him, but he never acknowledged it.