His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 2

Three years of marriage, fifteen years of growing up together, and this is how little he thought of me.

I didn't bother responding. My dry eyes ached, but I didn't care. Let

him think whatever he wanted. It was all over now.

I dragged my suitcase toward the door.

Sienna's voice drifted over. "Nathan, I heard you were supposed to

take Oliver camping, but I asked you to come see the Northern Lights

with me instead. Is my sister upset because of that?"

Nathan's tone was soft. "It's fine. Camping can wait. But seeing the

Northern Lights? That's a once-a-year opportunity."

laugh bitterly. An overwhelming sadness gripped

rushed over, grabbing my arm angrily. "What are you trying to do

he stopped mid-sentence, stunned by the hopelessness

a missed camping trip.

myself blind in the

thought I saw guilt in

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secretary arrange it next month. We'll go

dying of cancer,

He didn't deserve to be

pulled away coldly. "There's no

who had once clung to him to suddenly reject him. As he tried to gather himself, Sienna's voice interrupted. "It's all my fault. I knew Oliver was pretending to be sick,

for your attention. Now my sister is furious." Pretending? My stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When I regained control,

me. "Doris, have you lost your mind? How could you hit your own sister?" Ignoring his outburst, I focused on Sienna.