Chapter 57

Mildred POV

I laid down in my bed trying to fall asleep but I couldn't, was any of this real or is it just my imagination but it was far too heavily to be my imagination by the same time it didn't make any sense to be reality.

Has my entire life been nothing more than a dream?

So did I never really meet Arnold? Was I never pregnant for him?

Just then as I was buried in my thoughts I heard a knock on the door and before I could even respond there was a man that was peeking into the room.

"Hey, Mil…I heard you were stressed so I got you your favorite strawberry ice cream."

A man stepped in holding the bowl of ice cream but he was referring to and smiling at me while I was being filled up with dread.

"Dad?" I said testing the word as if it was the first time I had ever allowed it to roll past my tongue and he smiled at me sitting next to me and handing me the ice cream then he patted me on my head and told me that I worked too hard and I needed to rest sometimes for my own health.

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