Chapter 126: Dad

Steven’s Point of View

As I gazed upon the sorrowful sight, her tears flowed like a torrential downpour, each droplet a painful reminder of her anguish. In that moment, it felt as though a piercing arrow had found its mark, lodging itself deep within the chambers of my heart, leaving me gasping for breath. The depths of her sorrow were etched upon her delicate features, like a haunting melody that lingered in the air. No longer could she conceal the misery that coursed through her veins, for it had become an indelible part of her existence. And my heart ached as I witnessed her in this state of vulnerability, like a fragile butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon. As if guided by an ancient force, my limbs moved with a primal urgency, encircling her delicate form.

I should have done this a long time ago. It pained me to think of how much I regret not embracing her in my arms, holding her tightly, and never letting her slip away from my grasp all those years ago. It should have