All these years, I had stubbornly held on, desperate to prove to my parents that I had made the right choice. But only now, after Caitlin had hurt me so deeply and left my heart bleeding, did I finally understand that although my parents' actions back then had been extreme, they had only been looking out for me.It was just that in my youthful arrogance, I had refused to listen.I had already pulled up my father's number—Morgan Archer—and was struggling with whether to make the call and swallow my pride to apologize when, a second later, his name flashed across the screen. He was calling me. "Valerie is returning to the country tomorrow evening and will be having dinner at our house," he said icily. "I wasn't planning on inviting you, but I didn't want to be discourteous."I knew he was just putting on a tough front. Valerie Durham, my childhood friend, had her own family, so why would she randomly come to my house for dinner? She was undoubtedly the reinforcement Dad had brough
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