EDWARDI cannot remember the last time I took a break. Sure, there were days off. But since my wife passed, I was either juggling the family business, or caring for my daughter. I wish I didn't feel this way but unfortunately, I was drained. I watched with heavy eyes, the breakfast table where Sophie, my ten-year-old daughter, sat pushing scrambled eggs around her plate with a fork.She hadn't taken a single bite.I watched her from across the table, coffee growing cold in my hand, trying to find the right words that might coax her into eating something. Anything."Sophie, sweetheart," I started gently, setting down my cup. "You need to eat. At least a few bites."Her eyes stayed fixed on her plate, her small shoulders hunched forward like she was trying to make herself smaller. "Not hungry."The words were barely audible, spoken in that flat monotone she'd adopted over the past three years. Since Caroline died.Since her mother had been taken from us in a car accident that still f
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