Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie left the police station and made a point to visit Patrick. The small window between them might as well have been an ocean or a mountain, separating father and daughter. For reasons he couldn't quite grasp, Patrick didn't hurl insults at Nathalie like he used to. Instead, he just gazed at her, his mind a swirling mess.

"I know I favored your sister in the past and did things that hurt you. I said things I shouldn't have. But Nellie, I'm still your dad. The way you spoke about me today just was not right."

His face softened with a hint of nostalgia. "You used to be so innocent and sweet. Now you're smart, but you've turned so bitter. You've let me down."

Nathalie's voice was flat as she replied, "Why do you think I've turned out this way? Isn't it because of what you've done to me?"

Patrick's face went pale.

into this world to use my umbilical cord blood for Greta's illness. Once she was better, you tossed me aside like some worn-out shoe, leaving me in a dirty, poor slum. If it weren't for Greta getting kidney disease, would you have even

once more. I should be your daughter's lifesaver twice over. But what did you do? You let her take my husband, wreck my family. And you? You never gave me a dime, yet you had the nerve to guilt-trip me with fatherly love. How do you expect me to

finally brimming in her eyes. "Greta treats her pet better than you

bitter irony. "You gave me life but never taught me love

depth of Nellie's pain, all of it inflicted by those she should have been

to make it up to you. But right now, you have to clear my name.

she murmured, "You're just like him, always promising to make things right. But every time Greta cries, I lose everything. So, I've stopped expecting anything from you. The love I want is one-of-a-kind. Your love is too

last look, her gaze carrying a dark, destructive energy. Her

next life, I wish to be a tree, a river a mountain-anything but human.