ABIGAIL POV:
Laying in my bed I toss and turn before looking at the clock. It says 11pm and I groan. I’m wide awake now that I’ve had that nap and my mind won’t turn off. Pictures of Mia and Mason enjoying the day together won’t leave my head. Mia was smiling so happily and was filled with joy all day, but I can’t help the sourness that’s leaking into my heart.
I know Mia has been longing for a father’s love, but I’m worried how much she is actually suffering deep down. When other kids ask about her dad or make fun of her for only having a mommy she puts on a brave face. My clever little girl is so good at masking her true emotions, I don’t even know how she feels most days. Not the healthiest of coping mechanisms but hey, who am I to judge with my own issues.
My phone dings sudden
