When Harriet got home, the smile on her face was enough to tell everyone she carried good news. Lydia ran into her arms, hugging her tightly, tears spilling down her cheeks until Harriet began to tear up as well.
“I am so happy for you,” Lydia whispered, quickly wiping her eyes.
Harriet did the same, smiling faintly through her tears. “Thank you. I have to go tell Father.” she says agitatedly.
She hurried toward his room, her steps faltering as she reached for the door. Pushing it open carefully, her chest tightened at the sight before her. Her father lay on the bed, looking like a man who was simply existing—living for the sake of living. One of his legs was gone, cut off after the mining accident. The sight hurt her more than words could ever express. Life was cruel to omegas.
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