Sadie’s POV
Eleven minutes was the time that it took for me to convince myself to knock on the door.
The house seemed to have shrunk in size. The shutters were flaking off its walls. Where there once grew pretty roses around the fence and fragrant herbs in the window boxes, there were now only wild weeds taking the place of loving care. There hung a dead branch from the oak tree, which I used to climb as a little girl, resembling the image of a broken arm.
There was no care in this house. No love in this house.
I lowered my gaze on my daughter who was standing next to me, clutching my hand. She wore her favorite blue dress with white flowers embroidered on it, and had her hair braided that morning. Why did I even think about that? Perhaps because I hoped to make my father notice this l
