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.
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