Lydia had been in her stay with Elena for three days, and Marcus had not called upon her once. Yeah, she lied that she was with her friend. Elena was watching her daughter as she walked softly about the guest room, her face pale, and her eyes deep, and it was breaking her heart in such a way that she could not describe it.Elena put a bowl of soup on the bedside table and said, “You should eat something.”“I am not hungry,” Lydia added, not glancing out of the window.“Since the wedding, you have not eaten well,” Elena insisted. "Your body needs strength."Lydia turned slowly. “My body is not the biggest of my problems.”Elena muttered and took a seat on the edge of the bed. You do not need to forgive Marcus. “I'm not asking that.” But to have him cut out altogether will not make the hurt go away.“It aids me to breathe,” said Lydia flatly. “When I cannot hear his voice, I do not have to think about what he did.”“He is your father, your Dad,” Elena muttered.The eyes of Lydia were fi
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