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Hot tears sting the back of my eyes even as the waterworks flow.

“Right,” I purse my lips. “It took Peter’s threat to make you see what you had been doing wrong?”

Blinking sharply, I get up. “I knew this was a mistake. I have to go. Don’t worry, though. Peter won’t be doing anything. I don’t plan to take him from you.”

Fingers hold my arm as I make to leave, and I turn around to see my father standing behind me and he takes my hand.

“I know we were wrong, and we should have seen it before, but I promise you. We had a long talk about it, and we realized we didn’t do right by you. We want to do better. Help us.”

I shake his hand loose. “No. I’m not going to help you. If you don’t know how to treat your own daughter well, then you don’t deserve me.”

I know that Peter and Michael are behind me as I storm out of the restaurant, so I don’t bother turning until I get outside.

When I turn around, the tears have dried from my eyes, and the only thing left is acceptance.

“I shouldn’t have let him see my tears,” I say to no one in particular. “He didn’t deserve that, and neither did she.”

“You’re right,” Peter says. “They don’t deserve you. If it is because of me that they realized what they lost with you, then you are better off without them. I am, too. However, you are allowed to show whatever emotions you feel,” his voice rings with a pinch of anger, “and nobody has a say in it.”

I laugh softly. “You know, it feels good to have you stick up for me. It makes me feel good, thank you.”

Michael, who has not said anything since we sat at the table, takes me by surprise as he pulls me into his arms for a hug and holds me tight.

“I love you,” he whispers fiercely. “I don’t care if your father doesn’t see what I see. I don’t care if no one sees what I see in you. Like you said, I’ll adopt you. Let me be the one person you can undoubtedly trust, Savannah.”

“Shit.”

I sniff, blinking hard. “I thought I was done with the waterworks, but you sure know how to make a woman cry, Michael Stone.”

He moves back so he can see my face. “Happy tears?”

I grin and nod. “Yeah. Happy tears.”

“That’s good.”

“I’ll catch my ride from here,” Peter says.

“Why? Aren’t you coming with us?” I ask.

He shakes his head, and there is a look of painful nostalgia that I relate to. The understanding that we spent decades riddled with misunderstanding when we could have been there for each other.

“You two need some time alone. And you forget that I am a partner at a prestigious law firm, which entitles me to have a driver. Besides,” he adds, “I need to have a word with my parents. I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

Michael hugs him, and then I do too. Then we wave to him before Michael and I get in the car.

I rest my head on Michael’s shoulder, closing my eyes as the car begins to move. There is a feeling of relief that flows through my body, and I am suddenly exhausted, the emotions of the day catching up with me.

For the first time, I am calm.

Content.

At peace.

Chapter 30

Michael

Ikeep checking my pocket to make sure I haven’t forgotten it, and each time I feel it there, I get more excited, nervous, and happy.

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