"Kelly Palmer?" I knew the voice immediately, even though I hadn't heard it since I was twelve years old. My mouth went dry, and I almost dropped the phone. A wave of goosebumps rolled across my flesh. "Yes." I sounded scared, reduced to the child I'd been the last time I'd spoken with the man on the other end of the line. "Hi, darlin'. It's your dad." Kelly's world is far from perfect. She keeps several states between herself and her overbearing...