I would have traded all of it, gladly, for a father who had simply, once, been kind.

That option was never on the table.

It never had been.

And accepting that — the full, final closing of that particular hope — was the last and hardest thing the fountain gave me.

Chapter 15 — You Forgot I Was Watching

Arthur lunged toward the head table, gripping its edge, his composure gone.

“You,” he snarled at Julian, and then at me.

“You ruined your sister’s wedding.