My Daughter Gave Me An Ultimatum—So I Quietly Walked Away

of the little girl who used to climb into my lap during thunderstorms. She stared back with Harry’s same entitled expression.

“All right,” I said quietly.

Harry smirked. “Good. Now about that beer—”

“I’ll pack.”

The smirk died on his face. Tiffany’s mouth fell open.

“Dad, wait—”

But I was already walking toward my bedroom, my footsteps steady on the hardwood continue reading …