My Daughter Said She Didnât Want Me in Her LifeâSo I Gave Her the Freedom She Demanded, and the Red Folder Changed EveâŠ
PART 3 Daniel glanced down at his watch. âJocelyn, youâve been financing that residence for six years.â âSeven.â He furrowed his brow. âSeven?â I gave a slight nod. âSeven years, three months, and twelve days.â A weary smile touched his lips. âYou actually kept track?â âI kept track because I needed a reminder of how…