Every step he took was like walking through fire.
He didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to see her.
But he was at the end of his rope.
The doctor said if she didn’t start eating soon, they would
have to put in a feeding tube.
She’s only sixteen.
The knock echoed loudly, exaggerating the emptiness of the
house.
“Hello, Mr. Cullen.”
The door was barely open a crack, yet her could see her so
clearly.
“Ms. Swan,” he rasped, clearing his throat before he spoke
again. “I think we need to talk.”
She pushed the door open.
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