I helped the drunken Grayson Ulrich to his room, then turned back to soothe our crying daughter.Alicia's little face, red from tears, burrowed into my arms as she asked reluctantly, "Mom, do we really have to leave?"She lifted her head, hope flickering in her eyes."Today, Uncle was so gentle. He didn't scold me, didn't push me away. He even gave me a warm hug… Mom, does that mean… maybe he likes me a little?"My heart lurched, a sudden, sharp pain.On our wedding day, Grayson had looked at me with that cold, unyielding gaze and said, "Marrying you is my reluctant duty. Don't expect any attention from me. You, and the child in your womb, are not what I wanted."After our daughter, Alicia Ulrich, was born, he didn't so much as glance at her. He spent every day locked away in his study. He never let her call him Dad.When she was just learning to speak at one, she had thrown her tiny arms around him and said, "Daddy."He had thrown her onto the sofa, scowled, and left the house
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