Miss Sinclair

***Logan***

If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was this.

My father never did anything without a reason.

Not kindness. Not mercy. Not patience.

Richard Sterling didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to be generous. He didn’t suddenly soften with age, nor did he ever extend olive branches without a blade hidden in the leaves.

So if Hazel was allowed to stay here—

If she was permitted