Weird Things.
I looked up at my dad, searching his face for reassurance, for anything that might tell me I wasn’t overthinking this, that I wasn’t alone in what I had just experienced. But instead, his face held something else entirely. His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips parted just a little as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite form the words. His gaze, locked onto mine, carried a strange mix of curiosity and speechlessness.
He didn’t believe me or didn't just know what to say …
Or worse, he hadn’t even fully heard what I had just said.
"My darling…," he finally spoke, his voice low and careful. He moved closer wrapping his arm around my shoulder in a firm but gentle hold. I felt his warmth seep into me, but it did little to chase away the chill ru……
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