“I know I don’t have the right to ask you for anything after everything we did to you—”
“If you have nothing important to say, then leave—”
“Dad died.”
Everything inside me stopped. Silence filled the office instantly.
I stared at her.
For the first time since she walked in, my mind went completely blank.
Dad died.
The words echoed strangely in my head.
Because somehow… despite everything…
I never imagined him dead.
Grace’s eyes filled with tears that still hadn’t fallen.
The baby made a soft sound in her arms and she immediately adjusted it gently, patting the back absentmindedly while trying to compose herself.
“He died a year ago,” she continued softly.
I still didn’t say anything.
Couldn’t.
My chest felt strangely tight.
Not sadness.
Just…
something heavy shifting une
