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stains his cheek. “But everything is fin

to burst out laughing. Uncle Morison senses t

you back as well?” Uncle Morison speaks in hushed tones. It makes me think of mothers. His eyes are t

will never again brush my hair and hum softly to me. I’ll never hear her laugh again as she pins Owen

ther’s playbook and put on a blank expression. I for

son informs us as he covers Owen’s face to

g. I can see why my father was staring at her now. And it wasn’t because she was no longer al

No one has ever seen my father cry, despite the fact that he is the strongest, most powerful Alpha I’ve

l of us a

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n the strength or will to get out of bed. Several people have knocked

soft knock comes to my door. This knock is distinct

door and walk into my bedroom, past Owen. I rush to the closet, slightly closing the door to gi

nquires quietly? “I haven’t see

y shoulders as I shrug. I walk past Owen again, unable to meet his gaze. I walk ov

s, “I m

lt so exposed to three words before. I’ve never bee

wrap my arms around

fair to hi

n my arms, and I want to cry as well, but nothi

ipes his runny nose and puf

while I double-check that all the windows are closed. He has a glass of water, hi

es. “Not because I’m sc

s I tuck him in, jus

clutching the stuffed bear his mot

the lights off and you’

at I mean.” He

e car bed and kiss his brow before turning off the lights and leaving

direction. We aren’t supposed to be up this late or anywhere near his office because

ords, coming from my father’s mouth, sound strange. He’s never sai

r at his desk, Uncle Morison pacing off to the side, sniffling into a tissue, and

is is what we’re doing right

rs frazzled and unlike himself at the time, but it only las

?” Uncle Morison inquires. “I can’t e

control.” My father dismisses the subject as if it were

er.” Uncle Morison s

d of being with your children, you’re d

t them, why don’t you go c

a rude and impossible meanie. He took another puff of his ciga

n.” As I push open the door,

weetie?” Uncle Morison rushes to my

o be in here. Get the hell out.” I’m not surp