He said that he missed her, that he wanted to make up for lost time.
I was cautious, yet Lily deserved a chance to be loved by her father.
Therefore, I agreed, hoping this would be the beginning of something betterThe weekend started well.
Leo sent photos of Lily grinning on a carousel, ice cream smeared on her cheeks, arms outstretched at the park.
It almost convinced me.
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