“April, sit down.” My mind stills at his demand. He sounds so much like his father. He pats the sand beside him. I fall to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. He runs his hand down my hair. “I’ll quit school and come home. It will be fine. I won’t leave you too.” This makes me sit up tall. “No. No. Absolutely not. You of all people have sacrificed so much for me. Not school. Not your future. I’m not taking those away from you. I already took your dad,” I say with such intensity he leans back, shock stamped on his face. He grabs me by the shoulders, giving me a good shake. “You didn’t take my
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