“Dad,” I said softly, still reeling as I looked at the man standing before me.
“I know this is a lot to take in. I sent Saige because it was time for us to finally meet. You have a choice to make; things aren’t safe for you back home,” he explained.
“I get that. You didn’t believe I was your daughter until recently,” I replied.
“You're handling this very well,” he said.
“I haven’t really talked to my mom much since discovering the truth. Peter and Martha were terrible, but…” I scoffed, the memory still fresh.
“Not everyone has perfect parents,” he pointed out.
“I know. I’ve been too upset to confront her about the lies,” I admitted.
“That’s a mature perspective. I’m proud of you,” he said.
“I didn’t agree to come here, though,” I responded, my resolve firmer than before.
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