Chapter 52 Forget about everything

So, what’s the deal with your dad?”

They had been driving for over an hour and the girls were asleep.

Montreal’s eyes were fixed on the road ahead. “Since when is it your business?”

“I don’t know,” Wendy said, not without sarcasm. “You’re dragging me—and my family—to your father’s house, uninvited. Something tells me he won’t be happy to see us.”

“He won’t. But if it makes you feel better, he won’t be happy to see me, either.”

Wendy leaned back in her seat and studied his profile. “I thought he invited you.”

Montreal chuckled. It was a chilling sound. “My father would never swallow his pride and invite me. Fifteen years ago, he said I would come crawling back when I ran out of money. He hates when he’s proven wrong.”

Wendy’s eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t been home in fifteen years?”

“And I’d gladly stay away for fifteen more years. I’m still not convinced my sister isn’t lying about his health. That old bastard will outlive us all.”