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Sitting at the large dining table, surrounded by my family and, well, strangers, I couldn't help but notice my father pulling Tyler aside for a private conversation. Despite their attempts at speaking in hushed tones, my heightened senses allowed me to hear every word being exchanged between them.
As much as I tried to ignore the conversation, my curiosity got the best of me and I found myself eavesdropping. I couldn't help but feel conflicted; on one hand, Tyler had been nothing but a complete gentleman, but on the other, my father was quite protective and guarded when it came to his family. Particularly, when it came to me.
“How are you feeling?” Mum said, looking at me and Dad, who was now sitting at the table.
“I'm fine,” I let out. “You know what, Mum? I will like to take a
