My father, William Castle, had wanted me and now it was too late. I came completely undone.
Luke wrapped both arms around me and pulled me towards him. He held me tightly as I wept. It made me feel foolish—he was supposed to be the one that was in mourning, not me. Mourning the loss of what sounded like a good man…
“Please forgive me,” he whispered.
“For what?” I stood up and wiped my tear-stained cheeks.
“I didn’t know that your mother had just died… I would never have told you to come.”
“It’s okay. It’s actually nice to know that one of my parents gave a shit,” I shrugged. “And anyway, being here with you… seeing how much you loved him. It’s given me hope.”
“Hope?” he asked, confused.
“Yes, that maybe… good men really do exist?” I admitted, embarrassed at what I’d just said. Clearly, the alcohol had me talking again.
Luke stood and walked towards me. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.