“Dad?”
That one word shattered something inside me.
I dropped to my knees beside her, ignoring the filthy pavement, the smell of gasoline, the strangers walking past like she was invisible. My daughter. My intelligent, kind girl. The same little child who used to fall asleep against my shoulder during thunderstorms.
“What happened?” I asked quietly.
She tried to sit upright. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“Tell me.”
Her lips trembled. “Mark sold the house.”
I went completely still.
“The house I helped you buy?”
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