The Gambler King's Daughter

Summary

My fiancé and his best girl friend slapped their marriage certificate on the table in front of me.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.

I just pushed a dice cup across the glossy wood. On the line was the new house they’d just bought, and my entire youth.

They laughed and called me crazy, but they didn’t know my grandfather’s nickname.

They called him the “Ghost Hand.”