Chapter 458

Theresa was stoked too.

She was totally on board with this surprise dad popping up out of the blue.

Honestly, just moseying along in this lukewarm relationship with Brandon might just be the ticket for Theresa's growth.

As long as she didn't bail on herself, that is.

But then, Sophia felt kinda blue about it all.

She grew up clueless about what family love is, what romance feels like, what home means, or how it feels to be cherished. Life's handed her lemons and vinegar, with hardly any sugar to call her own.

She wondered if this choice meant she'd signed up for this life for good.

She'd spent two years proving that she and Brandon were like oil and water, and these past few months, she'd tried to give it another whirl. But every time she spotted the slightest hiccup, it was like being tossed back two years in time.

With a future stretching out so far ahead, hanging with Brandon still didn't shine a light on any new possibilities.

Being with him meant never shaking off his parents' disdain and hassle, along with Brandon's mood swings and Yolanda's clinginess.

When things were good, Brandon was dreamy, making her feel like she was floating in a fantasy, totally surreal.

But when things went south, it was like winding the clock back to zero. Brandon could flip-flop between sweet and decisive like it was nothing.

future was during those two years post-divorce. no drama, no pesky people. She had no expectations from anyone—just her and her kiddo, full of hope for the future,

the father-daughter duo playing and laughing not far off, Sophia let out a

cityscape was all there, laid out before

kids' park on the hillside offered

having fun with Theresa, looked over at

area, propping her cheek with one hand, lost in the city's night lights, her profile bathed in moonlight, serene as

with Sophia. They were always straight shooters, ready to talk things through. It's just that their

find a middle ground anymore, and talking it out was just a tug-of-

but

or wrong anymore;

and his fam, and his was

he knew

seemed like the best play for

the usual-bathed Theresa, told her a bedtime

the parenting this time; she was busy on her computer in the

hit the sack

just like before, didn't

under the same roof-no blowout fights,

and during

up, she'd go straight to him and ask, "Are you mad?"

wasn't Yolanda and decided to keep his distance. With the stark reality between them, she thought maybe he saw they were worlds apart,

reach out either, knowing the ball was in her

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