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I had taken my father home.
I hadn't been back there in months, and finding it in that state of neglect hurt more than being beaten up.
I promised myself that I would talk to my grandfather about it, even though I knew that every favor I asked of him had to be repaid with interest.
The only thing that kept me breathing was thinking about Felicity and how she had taken care of my father.
She had been wonderful and sweet, so much so that my usually asocial and introverted father had insisted on inviting her to Thanksgiving dinner.
I told him that she would certainly be with her family and he naively replied that he would invite them as well.
Felicity's mother and sisters would never set foot in my house.
Although I lived in a villa, the building was neglected and the interio
