Page 17 of A Thousand Broken Pieces

ME:

Angry

I sent that message but then remembered when he’d turned to me in the room and only desolation remained in his pained eyes. Just for a second, but it had been there. A second of his tattered, exposed soul.

IDA:

It happens. Remember Daddy was real angry for a while

I recalled Daddy after Poppy had passed. He was so mad at the world for taking his baby away. It was awful seeing him that way, but I knew the man who lay underneath. I knew that hotheaded man wasn’t who he was in his soul and that he would return to us again. Maybe … maybe the Cael who’d met my eyes in the living room was a short glimpse of the lost boy beneath.

IDA:

He may need a friend. Someone to be there for him while he gets through it. Someone who understands

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