Elsa
After congratulating Alison and spending a little more time with her and the triplets, I finally got up to leave. The moment felt bittersweet; I was happy for Alison and her babies, but the weight of my unresolved emotions toward my father hung heavily over me.
As I made my way out, I saw him step forward, his face filled with hesitation and regret.
"Elsa, please let me explain," he said, his voice raw with desperation.
I froze in my tracks, my anger bubbling to the surface. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to punch them in the face. But he was my father, and three new lives had just entered this world under his watch. That fact alone held me back.
Turning toward him, I stared at him in silence, letting him see the anger and hurt in my eyes.
“I am sorry, El
