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Chapter 10

Author: Seraphina Voss
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 09:49:42

Chris's POV

You know, I once thought the man I lived with wasn’t really my father.

Not in the way fathers were supposed to be.

He barely looked at me. And when he did, it was either to curse me out or hit me. Whenever people talked about their dads, I felt like they were describing some mythical creature I’d never get to meet.

For most of my childhood, I had my aunt — my mom’s sister.

She’d come in and check on me. Bring food. Do all that good stuff. Little things that shouldn’t have felt
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