She Called Me Sterile at Dinner. Then My Daughter Rose Like a Verdict.

thing.”

The warmth in my chest hurt.

Then he grew serious.

“You’re not going back to him.”

“No.”

“Good.”

I looked at my hands.

“I should have left earlier.”

My father leaned forward.

“Maybe. Maybe not. But you left when your daughter needed to see you leave. That matters.”

Outside, the wind moved across the fields.

My phone buzzed.

A message from Graham.

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