"Slurred Words"
“My– my baby girl.” Jack props an elbow on his desk and rests his forehead on his open palm. “My baby, my sweetheart– my angel.”
“I love her more than—– ‘d do anything for her.“ He covers his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose with a finger and thumb.
“I’ll make a fuckin’ paradise for her; doesn’t matter how many people need to die.” And– oh, how many already had.
“Just you watch me.”