“I didn’t destroy your career, Camden,” I said, and my voice was very quiet and very level.

“You signed your own the second you walked out of that delivery room.

I only declined to keep protecting you from what you’d already done.” And I turned my back on the both of them, and carried my daughter up the stairs, while the troopers moved to walk them off my father’s land and their shouting thinned out into the dark.

Chapter 13 — Seventy Percent