Chapter 219 Chapter 219

Kris's steps felt heavier with each one he took up the stairs to Tessa's room. His heart pounded painfully in his chest.

What was he supposed to feel when he saw her now? What would he say? He didn't even know if he could face her, not after what he had just learned.

Memories started flooding back. Holding Tessa in his arms for the first time-so small, so fragile, and so full of life. He could still remember the sound of her first cry. It had been one of the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.

Then, there was her first smile, lighting up her face and making his heart soar. Her first steps, wobbly but determined, with him right there to catch her when she fell. And the first time she called him "daddy"—a moment he thought would stay with him forever, but now it felt like a cruel joke.

His chest tightened, the knife twisting deeper with each memory. She wasn't his. None of those milestones were truly his.

When he reached Tessa's door, he stopped. His hand hovered over the doorknob, trembling, before he finally mustered the courage to open the door.

Tessa was on the floor drawing something. Her second favourite thing to do aside playing Lego. He had loved watching her draw, loved how her little fingers gripped the pencil as if the entire world depended on what she was making.

"Kris," Boatemaa said with a smile when she noticed him. "It's good to see you."

Tessa looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. She dropped the pencil she was holding and ran straight toward him, her arms open wide.

"Daddy!"

almost buckled beneath him as he crouched to let her hug him. The moment her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, his throat tightened painfully.

missed you so much, Daddy!" the little chirped, her voice full of innocence. She had

his voice steady. "I missed

on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost

grabbed his hand, tugging at it

paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb

is me," she continued, pointing to the little girl in the middle. Then she looked at him with

to speak

like it?" Tessa asked, her voice sweet and

croaked out, barely holding himself together. If

about her drawing, about how Boatemaa wouldn't let her do this or that but how she always found

Kris couldn't focus on

at her, at

the

She was

his. Not

Tessa tugged on his sleeve, snapping him out of his daze.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, ruffling her hair. "I'm listening now." Tessa looked at him with those big, innocent

heart lurched. He quickly shook his head, forcing his voice to sound light. "No, of course not. I could never

with that, but then she leaned in closer, her little hands on

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