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he saw a strength that eclipsed his own.
He stood slowly.
This time, he did not bang on the door.
He sat on the floor with his back against it.
“Mia,” he said.
Not as a command.
As a plea.
“It’s Daddy.”
Silence stretched.
“I’m sorry I yelled,” he continued, voice wavering. “I’m sorry I’m always angry. I’m just so sad today, Bug. I miss her so much. And I don’t continue reading …
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