Page 155 of My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road)

My first-grade teacher?

Dad:

That’s the one.

Dad:

She finally got married. I went to her wedding last night.

Dad:

Their vows were perfect. Even the cake was in tiers.

Farrow:

BRB. Bleaching my eyes.

Farrow:

Dad jokes are the worst.

Dad:

We talked about you for a while.

Dad:

(Okay, I bragged about you, and she listened politely.)

Dad:

I’m so proud of you, baby girl. Can’t wait to see you kick ass at your competition this weekend.

Farrow:

Pick a seat in the front this time. :(

Dad:

Promise.

Farrow:

Love you.

Dad:

Love you more.

I sighed, exiting it out of the messages, double-checking that I didn’t accidentally delete them.

I’d grown paranoid when it came to losing tangible memories of Dad. Especially with all of his belongings pawned off.

A single tear threatened to slip down my cheek.

It was true what they said… The happiest memories eventually become the saddest.

Now, I only had one birthday wisher.

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