The anticipation of his return and entry into her life was unsettling, unnerving and scary as hell since he was unknown to Jessie.
She hadn’t set eyes on her father in over twenty-five years because he’d been sent to prison for murdering the man responsible for killing his wife, her mother.
A burglar entered their home, held them at knife point, stabbed her mother and her father jumped in front of the perpetrator to save his little girl and during the ensuing fight with the killer, his gun went off and the perp went down, dead.
Although the community rallied around her father attending the courtroom daily chanting placards in hand, justice had been swift against her father. He had a black belt, his hands registered as weapons, lived a military life with the judge holding him accountable instead.
Jessie hoped they could build a relationship for she was in his corner, had communicated with him since his incarceration and he would come live in her home for as long as he wished; it was a start at rebuilding a life and relationship long denied them both.