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Caleb Johnson has never shown interest in my well-being. Especially after mentioning her daughter. The man was a machine, and he had a heart of ice. I got up from the couch, leaving the pen and notebook behind, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I looked out the window for a fraction of a second, and swore I saw something dark go by. It was already night. The shadows mixed in the space between my house and Colton's. The pole on the street had burned its lamps and the lighting outside was precarious. I kept looking for a long moment, but I didn't notice anything else.

"Have you been feeling good? "Caleb asked, and I turned against the sink to lean on it. I had to restrain the urge to laugh. It was very strange that some father was worrying about me, especially Caleb Johnson, who didn't even think about his daughters. "I got in touch with Colton, since he should be my daughter's husband, and I found out that you are together. The news made me happy. Colton has an impeccabl