“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”― John Green
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(Mikayla)
"Yeah, but if you keep doing this, your daughter might not have a father," The other man said with a frown on his face.
I gasped. My heart thundered as I pressed a palm against my chest, my eyes warily looking at the two men with worry and shock. They both jumped up from the chair, looking wildly around for the intruder, and then their eyes found me.
My dad looked at me, his eyes widened in bewilderment and something else, something I couldn't pinpoint.
"Kay-" he whispered, looking guiltily down at his fingers.
The other man gave my dad one last look and sighed. His eyes narrowed as he looked at my dad, and it looked like he was telling something to my dad.
"Take care, Darren. Don't you think she dese
