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There was silence before Evie desperately clung to his arms.

“Dad?”

The voice wasn’t Evie’s.

I turned to my daughter’s small frame at the entrance.

My guts wrenched when I saw her tear-streaked face.

God. How long had she been standing there?

Evie’s eyes widened as she rushed towards Sophie.

In a flash, she knelt to hug Sophie to her chest. “Sophie… everything is okay.”

Evie turned her head to her father.

“Please don’t let me leave my job… please, Dad. Don’t make me leave Sophie.”

James turned to face me. Eyes as red as hell and lips quivering.

He didn’t speak, but his eyes did. Many emotions crossed his greens at once.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Dad—” Evie started. He clenched his fist before returning his attention to her.

Then he shook his head.

“Don't call me that. You’re not the daughter I raised.”

He stormed out. And it dawned on me the many damages I’d caused.

twenty-eight

Evie

I’d never been hit by a moving train, but I assumed this was what it felt like.

Like your insides were twisting unnaturally, and your organs were being torn apart.

Don't call me that. You’re not the daughter I raised.

Watching Dad go was like being stabbed with many knives at once.

Everything in me wanted to run after him, tell him to stay, but my limbs refused to move.

My hands were heavy with guilt as they clutched Sophie even tighter.

My worst fear had come to pass. Dad disowned me.

Heavy footsteps from behind brought my attention to it.

Still with Sophie’s head tightly secured on my chest, I turned to Ethan.

The anger I expected to feel in me was numb.

I should be angry… yell at him for bringing me into such a mess.

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