After crying for a few minutes, he finally pulled away, his eyes puffy and swollen like storm-battered skies, making my heart clench. The sound of my father clearing his throat pulled our attention back to him. With the look in his gaze—screw that, I could see a slight tear at the edge of his eyes as he rose to his feet, turning away from my sight. But I knew what I saw, and even though I didn't want to make my father worry, I couldn't help but choose Adrian. I couldn't fight how I felt, so I rose. "Wait here," I breathed to Adrian, who seemed reluctant, as though he wanted to be there. Yet he gave a slow nod, making me smile briefly. I sauntered to my dad. Our eyes locked and my lips pressed together. "I'm sorry, Dad," I whispered. "I have let you down, and I'm genuinely sorry, I just can't—I can't leave..." I murmured, bowing my head to stare at my shoes, and suddenly he laughed softly, stunning me. "Look at you, Jenna, when did you become this mature, huh?" He whispered, ma
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