Chapter 92

"He just gave up that easily," I thought to myself and fell flat on my bed. I felt hot tears threatening to come out of the edge of my eyes.

Dad has clear intentions towards mom and us. His motives are clear. He only wants to be a part of us and to take responsibility for every mistake that he did. We cannot stop just like that. Not when everything we want is within our reach. A simple conversation is the only thing they need to fix everything. A simple conversation to make things right.

I carefully went out of my bed, making sure not to make even the smallest noise.

I twisted the door open carefully and closed it back before tiptoeing down the stairs. I started looking for the keys inside the plant box that was placed in the living room. I know that sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night is dangerous, especially for a small kid like me. However, I had to do something. Charles is already giving up and everything we worked hard for is going down the drain