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120. My Father's Pain

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last update آخر تحديث: 2025-08-18 01:34:40

Alexa’s POV

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late autumn leaves. It was the wrong kind of place for a meeting like this with my dad. Regardless, I clutched the strap of my bag, the leather digging into my shoulder as I walked toward the bench my mother had described. A public park. A place for children to play and families to laugh. It felt alien and wrong for us.

He was sitting there, a solitary figure on a wooden bench, his back straight but his posture lacking its usual swagger. He wasn't on his phone, he wasn't barking orders. He was simply… still. As I got closer, I saw the lines around his eyes were deeper than I remembered, and the usually vibrant color of his suit seemed dull under the cloudy sky. He looked tired. Not the kind of tired from a long day, but the kind that comes from a long, hard-fought defeat. It threw me off, making me miss a step.

I stopped a few feet away, my arms crossed over my chest, a shield against the confusing sight of
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