KNOX Sierra is making no sense. The words are spilling out of her mouth, but I refuse to make sense of them. It’s absurd. Even more absurd that I am unable to leave and instead listen to her as she continues. “Make your choice, father.” My lips part but no words come out. I feel exposed, cornered, trapped and at the mercy of daughter. But she serves me no mercy, every new word leaving her landing like fresh blows. “Why are you silent?” She lets out a sardonic laughter then looks away from me, hurt flickering in her eyes quick enough for me to catch it. “You can’t answer? You can’t choose between your fling and your daughter?” “Sierra,” her name is all I can say when I manage to speak, “This is—“ “You choose her?” “No,” I breathe out and immediately regret it. I can’t choose. I am unable to NOT choose Ivy. This is hard. Unbearable, to say the least. “Sierra, this is sudden. I understand this must be hard for you to take in all at once but it’s just as hard for me. So, please,
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