There was something about the butterfly effect—the smallest change causing the most collateral damage to the girl I loved more than anything in the world. I was at a loss of emotions, unsure whether I should feel sad that Destiny was in ruins or angry that her dad had hidden the truth from her.
I held onto the trembling girl on the sidewalk after she had run out of the therapy room. Her dad had told me to stay with her until he finished the meeting.
"Des, you're going to get sick if you keep crying," I said gently, clipping her hair back as she clung to my shirt, her heartfelt tears dampening me. As I rubbed her back to comfort her, my disdain was directed at the man who had just revealed his ugly truth.
I had little tolerance for liars, unless there was a very good reason for their dec
