Chapter 80

Quinn

As long as I could remember, I’ve heard people wishing for the return of a dead loved one. They always said they wanted to see them just one last time, have just one more conversation with them.

I was no exceptions. At night, I’d often lie awake and wish I could hear my dad’s voice just one last time. That I could see him and talk to him again, if only for an hour.

The reality of that wish coming true was something completely different. It wasn't the joyous moment it should have been.

The shock of seeing my father alive, followed by the crushing realisation that he had been alive all this time, and chose to stay away from me, filled me with rage.

My father killed my mother to keep my brothers safe, but me he put on a train. He made sure my brothers had a loving home to go to, while I had to sleep on the streets and fight for survival.

No. Knowing that my father was alive and well wasn't the happy moment it should have been, and if I stayed here with him, I would kill him. I