Alea wiped her tears, wanting to go to them, but her steps faltered. Her legs felt too heavy just to say a simple hello or ask about her dad. Yes... the middle-aged man speaking with Argon was her father—Larry. The same cold-hearted man who had ignored her all her life.
She could still hear Liza’s cruel voice from that memory—Larry’s second wife—telling him that Alea probably wasn’t even his biological daughter. That her mother had an affair. Alea never believed it, but what hurt the most was how easily her father did. He didn’t defend her. He just... walked away.
Now here he was, acting like he had a right to Argon.
She saw her son struggling as Larry tried to carry him, which jolted her into action. She hurried toward them.
“Mom! Help! Argon!” he screamed.
Larry saw her and tightene
