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Quickly, she went back to her mac and cheese and took several deep breaths. She loved Ethan,Daddy. But it was so hard. She wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life,but was it wrong to ignore him kidnapping her and stalking her?
Part of her felt like it wasn’t because they were always meant to be together, but the other part of her felt like it was. It wasn’t normal for people to fall in love with their kidnappers. But it also wasn’t normal for someone to be taken by the love of their life they thought had died several years ago.
Everything about this was strange. None of the circumstances were ordinary. So maybe she shouldn’t judge herself so harshly about doing something that could possibly be wrong. Margery also thought that if Adalisa knew and believed her, she might actually be okay with it.
If Adalisa was okay, under certain circumstances, for a man to kill for her, then she had to be okay with this. Or so Margery thought and hoped.
But it would only really matter if Margery could live with herself. It all boiled down to that, and not if somebody else approved or not. Even though she loved having people’s opinions For this, she may not be able to.
She figured most people wouldn’t approve. But then again, most people wouldn’t hear her out when she was telling the story. They could cut her off right after she saidkidnappedandkilled.
Margery probably would have done that if Adalisa told her this scenario before it happened to her. She would have been horrified and told her to get help.
“Look, we got a reaction out of her,” Uncle Dahmere mused.
“Maybe not the best reaction,” Uncle Clinton replied.
She wanted to turn around and tell them to shut up. Whywere they saying things like this? Why were they trying to get a reaction out of her? To get her to talk? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?
She remembered Clinton saying they were trying to make her comfortable. Was this their definition of making her comfortable? If it was, they were doing an awful job of it. Who tried to get a reaction out of somebody to get them comfortable?
But as the seconds went by, she started to feel guilty. She shouldn’t have snapped at them like that. It wasn’t kind of her. Margery always tried to be kind to people, but it was hard when so many things were going on and she was so overwhelmed. Nothing was making any sense at all, and she was frustrated.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. The guilt had started to eat at her for snapping at them. It had only taken a couple of seconds, but it had quickly grown.
“No, we’re sorry,” Uncle Clinton apologized. “He shouldn’t have egged you on like that. It wasn’t nice of him. He knew better, and yet he still did it. I’m sorry about that.”
“No, I’m just so overwhelmed I snapped when I shouldn’t have,” she rushed out.
She didn’t need Dahmere being mad at her. She needed him to know everything was okay between them so he didn’t come after her later.
“No. And don’t you dare say that it was your fault. He knew what he was doing, and it wasn’t okay. He could have gone about it in so many different ways and yet he didn’t. It’s not your fault that you snapped. It’s on him and only him.”
She blinked several times, not comprehending what Uncle Clinton had just said. Was he serious?
“Tell her, Dahmere.”
“I really am sorry, Marg. I didn’t mean to make you angry. It wasn’t my intention at all. I was just trying to interact with you, and I didn’t know how else to besides saying that. It was my fault; not yours,” Uncle Dahmere crooned.
“I forgive you two.” Margery knew they were sorry.
Uncle Clinton raised his hands in the air. “You shouldn’t forgive us so easily. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong, so you really didn’t have to say you forgive me. But Uncle Dahmere, don’t accept his apology so fast. Make him work for it.”
“Hey! Don’t tell her that. I accept your apology. You can’t take it back!”
Uncle Clinton and Dahmere started to argue with each other. She wasn’t paying attention; they were talking so fast. She turned around and grabbed her bowl of now-cold mac and cheese. She wished she hadn’t reacted so it would have been warm to eat, but at the same time, she was kind of glad. She was growing a little bit more comfortable with them.
“Margery, we want to talk to you about something,” Uncle Clinton said.
She was pretty sure he was talking because Uncle Dahmere seemed to mess things up. He didn’t seem as well-versed in talking.
“You know when… Ethan is coming back?” Margery asked excitedly.
“Do you mean Daddy?” Uncle Clinton rose his right eyebrow.
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. She was not ready to call him Daddy in front of them.
“First, you do not have to be ashamed about calling him Daddy in front of us. We are both Daddy Doms, as well. But we understand if you aren’t comfortable saying that in front of us yet. Not everyone is,” Uncle Dahmere offered.
