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"What are you doing here?" he asked me looking very surprised to see me.

"I am back" that was all I could think of to say to him. I hung to Mandy´s hand very hard and I gently pushed her behind me, as if I were protecting her from him.

Why did I feel the need of protecting my child from her own father? I didn´t want her to get hurt the way I was, but that was no reason to hide her from him.

"I am glad you are back, Abby, nothing has been the same without you around" he said smiling at me.

I smiled at him and I looked into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. But what did he mean by that? Maybe he did miss me after all. I just stared at him but said nothing.

I noticed him looking at Amanda "This is my daughter, Amanda"

"Your d..." he sounded shocked "Wow, when did this ...?"

"Five years ago" I said already knowing what he was asking. I didn´t know how well he was in Math, but I was praying that he was terrible so he couldn´t figure out he was the father.

"Who is the father?" was his next question, but before I could answer he apologized "I am sorry, that was inappropriate"

I nodded "Yes, it was" I was so glad he had added that last part, I wasn´t ready to confess Amanda was his daughter.

I looked down trying to avoid eye contact with Carter, and I smiled at Amanda "Honey, this is my friend John"

Amanda smiled shyly at him and just waved. She wasn´t usually a shy girl, but she must´ve felt something different about him.

"Hello, Amanda, it is very nice to meet you" he kneeled at her level and shook her hand. He was being the sweetest guy alive "As your mom said, I am an old friend of hers, John Carter"

Amanda grinned and looked at me "Carter? As me?"

I nodded. John and I looked at each other. He already had his question answered, now I wonder how he was going to take it. He stared at me, waiting for me to say something, maybe he wanted to hear the truth from my lips. But I wasn´t ready.

"I am late. See you later, John" and so, as always, when things get rough, I ran away. I knew he´d ask me again, but I hoped that when that time came, I would be prepared.

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