Dylan's POV The morning light crept softly through the curtains, casting pale shadows across the room. I hadn’t slept much because my mind kept replaying last night like a bad record, stuck on Mia’s confession and the inevitability of what today meant.I stared at the ceiling for a long time, numb in a way that didn’t feel new anymore. Truth’s door creaked open. Her steps, light and cautious, padded across the hall.She didn’t come to me right away.I found her sitting at the edge of her bed, hugging her knees, her small frame wrapped in her oversized hoodie. Her eyes were open, wide and thoughtful, staring at something I couldn’t see.“Good Morning, My beautiful princess,” I said gently, kneeling beside her.She turned to look at me, her expression calm. Sad, somehow. Her eyes didn’t carry blame. Just quiet understanding. “Good morning, Dad.”It was the way she said it. Soft, yet strong, that hit me in the chest.“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair from h
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