Chapter 65: Lyon

“Men…Catalina, a moment, please.” She was in the playroom with her little friend playing some board game sh*t and looking like the eight-year-old she walks around here pretending to be. “Yes, daddy?” That smile, those bright eyes like her mother’s, and my f*cking face tore a strip from my heart. I have no idea what the f*ck Kat breeds, but I’m sure this one is the worst of the bunch.