I flew 6,000 miles to surprise my daughter at the mansion I bought her... I found her scrubbing floors in a servant's uniform, with raw hands and bruises. She didn't recognize me. The flight from Heathrow to Savannah took eleven hours. I spent every single one of them rehearsing what I'd say to Emily. Something casual. Something warm. Something that didn't betray the guilt I'd carried for fifteen years. I settled on: "Surprise, kiddo." Pathetic. But it was all I had. My name is David Mercer. I r