All Along the Watchtower

Ford Donoghue broke my heart a decade ago. And no matter how hard I tried, I was never really over it.

I perfected the art of ignoring him whenever he came home to Hatterwick Island-cold shoulders, polite smiles, and walls a mile high.

It worked.

Until the day his thirteen-year-old daughter walked into my bar, scared and looking for a father she's never met.

One phone call later, Ford's back in Hatterwick.

And so are all the feelings I swore I'd buried.

But this isn't about us.

At least, it wasn't...