“If I could go back and undo it all, I would. I swear. But I can’t. So… if nothing else, please tell my son I’m sorry. And that I’ll regret what I did for the rest of my life.”
Her voice finally gave out, and she collapsed into quiet sobs.
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. It would take time—a long time—to forgive her. If ever.
Instead, I linked the staff to help with her luggage and stepped aside.
As we headed toward the exit, my father appeared at the top of the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot. His face tight and trembling.
Left to him, he’d have dragged Tina out by her hair. I knew that much.
But he looked at her, then at me. I must have said enough earlier for him to realise there was no point in breaking her further.
"Don’t come by here ever again," he said coldly.
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