I should have known meeting my father after all these years would be a terrible idea. The second I stepped into that overpriced, sleek little cafe, I felt it. That twist in my gut, a warning. But like an idiot, I stayed.I told myself it was just coffee and a conversation; closure. Right??? Boy could I have not been more wrong. Here I was, staring at the man I hadn’t seen in nearly a decade, and he looked… older. Colder, more expensive.He smiled and I could tell it was a fake, politician type smile. He gestured to the empty seat across from him. “Please, sit, Ciara.”Gee, I came all this way to stand... I said sarcastically. I took the seat. Of course. After a moment of awkward silence I asked "I hope you're not planning to poison me?"He smirked and said “If I wanted you dead darling, you wouldn’t have made it past the door.”How heartwarming. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Now that we've gotten the fake pleasantries out of the way, why am I here?”He slid a thin bl
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