Chapter 21ANGIE’S DAD POVThe morning was quiet, just the way I liked it. The sunlight filtered in through the curtains of my kitchen, casting long stripes of gold across the countertop. I sat at the table, nursing a warm cup of coffee, watching the steam curl upward.It used to be noisier here. Years ago, when Angie was still a little girl running around in her socks, leaving trails of laughter and spilled juice behind her. Now, she was grown. Married. Famous. Everything I had hoped she would become, and yet…Sometimes, I still missed the days when she’d climb onto my lap and fall asleep mid-sentence.I took a slow sip and leaned back, letting the silence settle around me. It was one of those mornings where memories felt closer than usual. Her mother would’ve loved this Angie; strong, talented, passionate. And complicated, too, but in the best ways.She always had a fire in her, even when she was small. A stubborn streak that reminded me of her mother. But that same fire is what ca
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