He forced himself to listen to her tears as she wept on his doorstep.
He needed her pain to keep him strong.
After what felt like hours, she finally walked down the street to her dark and empty house.
And he went upstairs to find the only person who mattered to him.
"Sweetheart?"
He knocked quietly on her door and pressed his ear against the wood, praying she might finally let him in.
"I'm fine, dad," she called, her voice unfamiliar as it emerged thick with teenage heartbreak.
"Okay, baby. But I'm here if you need me."
Please need me.
Poor...guy.
My picnic was fabulous! Tons of amazing food, great beer and so much fun it the pool with my parents, hubs and the kids.
I decided since I'm feeling so good...I'd give you another chapter.
I'm sorry if I made it seemed like it was obvious as to who is who now...but after tomorrow afternoon's chapter...I'm guaranteeing you...you'll know.
I made a ghetto banner for ya to see:
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Tomorrow...