The Man I Loved Disappeared the Exact Night I Told Him We Were Having a Baby — Two Weeks Later He Knelt in My Grandfather’s Gravel Driveway and Told Me He Hadn’t Run From Fatherhood; He’d Run to Burn Down His Entire Inheritance So His Family Could Never Come for Our Child

That is the kind of father Mark was.

And whatever the Kincaids and their eyes and their money were about to mean, they could not touch that, because that was already finished, already given, already mine.

Chapter 9 — The Kincaid Mark

“So David Kincaid is my father?” I asked, my mind lurching for the wrong conclusion.

“Is that the secret — that Mark wasn’t—”

“No.” Bruno gripped my knee, hard, urgent.

“No, child, listen to me.