Amelia’s POV
“I…I just needed some fresh air,” I say with a smile on my face.
“You’re sure you're good?” he asks, staring back at me.
Without any response to back his conviction, I simply nod and turn away.
For a split second, silence stretches between us as I watch him approach me. With both hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.
“You know, father would never go a day without speaking about how proud of a father he was of your existence in his life,” Eric says, settling into the bench right next to me.
“He‘d go on and on about how he’d been at your high school cheerleading performances, smiling to himself and wishing he could pull you into his arms,”
“Even if it was to last for just a couple of seconds,”
My heart drops at Eric’s statement. Knowing I’d always wondered as a k
