Davin
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The memories were overwhelming. I used to beg to go up there with her, and she always let me. Despite the ache in my heart, I had to tell Gia. She had to know why we had become the way we were, how we had lost some of our humanity. She had to know what we had lost.
Gia stood looking out at the vista, her expression troubled as if she was struggling with something, trying to decide. I wanted to take her into my arms, to take all her worries away and wrap her in a bubble of love. Instead, I took her hand. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable.
“My father tried to kill me,” she said abruptly, shocking me.
Her eyes brimmed with tears and her bottom lip trembled. My heart panged; it pained me to see her cry. What the hell? What kind of father would do that to th
