Jayden's POV.I never cried. I didn't know how to do it. At least, that was the lie I had been telling myself for years.Men like me didn't cry. The only thing we were capable of doing was to work and to fight. Also to survive, but that night, I sat alone in my study with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a file full of Amelia's ruined life in the other.And I completely broke down into pieces I didn't think were ever fixable. The photograph trembled between my fingers, despite everything I was still looking at the photograph of little Amelia who was smiling and she was so innocentShe was completely unaware that monsters were already making decisions about her future. My father and her most loved adopted mother.For a second, I could almost hear them laughing at us. I could hear Rachel's laughter from afar. She was mocking me, just because she found something funny.Amelia would tell me lots of good stories about her, when her sister would try to bully her over food. Her step mothe
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