Edward walks her out while I sit there on the couch. So many emotions run through me, hate, sadness, a feeling of unworthiness… especially this one sole feeling.
I feel as if I have – or rather, had as my father is dead now – been replaced somehow. I didn't know if Sue had children or not, and if they were with my father or not – if they were, I would feel sorry for them – but I still felt as if… I'm not good enough. Sure, I knew I never was for my father, but the thought of him having a whole second family cut me. Deeply. More so than any knife that had even touched my skin.
"Baby?" Edward asks as he comes and sits on the couch. He unfolds my feet from their position near my bum and drapes them across his lap. "You ok?"
"I don't know."
Ok, I hate to leave it there, but that's the last for the night. I need to write a few more and I'm working on multiple other stories at the moment. On top of that, though, I need to sleep. Big day ahead!
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