I Had My Biker Father Arrested at My Wedding So He Couldn’t Harm My Reputation

sweet Claire. If you’re reading this, your daddy finally kept his promise.”

I sat down on the edge of the hotel bed in Saint Lucia and I couldn’t breathe.

My mother died when I was eleven years old. Pancreatic cancer. Six months from diagnosis to gone. I remember her funeral more than I remember her face. I remember my father in a suit that didn’t fit,continue reading …