Clara's POV Years went by, and every day we fought for survival. To help my daughter Ella as well as myself, I took several jobs. She was the lighthouse in my otherwise dark world, the reason I kept going despite the tiredness and continual financial anxiety. I tried everything to protect her from the reality of her father, Ethan Sinclair.Ethan had gone on, or so I assumed. From a distance, I watched him to be sure he was nowhere near our lives. When I found out about Ella, the last thing I wanted was for him to know. Still, fate has an interesting way of meddling.It occurred on a brilliant spring afternoon. Having a rare day off, Ella and I were in the park. She was sprinting about, her laughter reaching my ears like a melody. I observed her, and love and pride swelled in my heart. She was growing extremely quickly, and every day she resembled her father more and more.Mommy, look! Ella cried out, gesturing towards a butterfly that had dropped on a neighbouring bloom.Smiling, I s
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