Leaving the Dust to Settle
Two years after I return to Cendria, I unexpectedly run into my daughter, whom my ex-wife had taken with her when she left me.
"Do you regret everything you've done?" she asks, her voice dripping with arrogance. "If you apologize to my new dad, Liam, I'll try to convince Mom to forgive you."
Before I can respond, an adorable little boy throws himself into my arms.
"School's finally over, Dad. I missed you so much!" he exclaims.
I take his hand and turn to leave.
My ex-daughter is furious. "If you walk away from me now, I'll disown you!" she yells after us in frustration.
I remain unbothered. She's free to do whatever she pleases. After all, none of it matters to me anymore.