You are a mouthpiece for empty promises and I’m done listening.” “Dira, that’s unfair. I’ve tried my best. I know I’m not perfect, I’ll be the first to admit that. But I do try.” Indira’s mouth dangled open. He actually believed that. Her father—the man who had willfully missed it all while he built other trial families—really, truly believed he was doing his best. Finally, finally, it clicked into place. He would never understand how much he’d failed his children. He would never acknowledge the hurt he’d caused them. And yelling or crying or opening herself up to him wouldn’t do anything to
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