MargaretMy father turned to me, his mouth in a hard line. "I'm sorry, Margaret." He mumbled. I looked at him and said nothing, as I didn't know what to say to him. "Good for you, Smith," Vladiv grinned calling my father by his first name before sauntering to me. When he reached where I was he stretched his hand for me to hold. I stood from my seat and I didn't know why but I found myself receiving his hand, maybe it was because he had just defended and freed me from getting hit by my father. "I hope you feel better soon, Mom," I mumbled holding her gaze. She stared and me and said nothing. "Maggie, I think it's better if we leave now," Vladiv said glancing at me, awaiting my response. "Sure," I replied picking up my purse from where I was seated before. I was already sick of being here, I had thought that coming here was going to make me feel good since they were family, but as always it was the direct opposite."Can we go?" Vladiv asked, and I nodded in response. I could feel g
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