Dorian heard his three-year-old daughter Nessa calling from inside, insisting she was not a wedding present.
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Chapter 14
Evelyn apologized last.
Not to me.
Nessa.
Years later.
Nessa was six.
Evelyn said:
“I helped plan for you to stay somewhere you didn’t want to go.”
Nessa frowned.
“Why?”
Evelyn looked at me.
I gave her nothing.
Her answer.
“Because I thought adults needed space more than children needed security.”
Better than expected.
Nessa shrugged.
“That’s dumb.”
Correct.
Evelyn laughed sadly.
May you like
“Yes.”
Children simplify inherited dysfunction beautifully.
