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Chapter 8 - THE FATHER WHO DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO HOLD HIS DAUGHTERAdrian had built companies.
Negotiated billion-dollar deals.
Controlled entire rooms.
But he did not know how to hold his daughter.
He asked nurses questions like he was negotiating a corporate merger.
How warm should the bottle be?
How long should she sleep?
Why did she cry?
Was the blanket too soft?
One night, I woke to find him pacing with Grace.
He was humming.
A melody from our first year of marriage.
Grace stopped crying.
Adrian did not know I was awake.
He kissed her hair.
“I am sorry,” he whispered.
“I missed you.”
I turned my face toward the wall.
And cried.
Not because I wanted him back.
Because I remembered the man who had once been good.
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And because sometimes the hardest thing to mourn was not the person someone became.
It was the person they had once been.
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Chapter 10 - THE HEART THAT WAS FAILINGMy condition worsened.
Chapter 11 - THE HEARTThree days later, the transplant coordinator arrived.
Chapter 12 - THE LETTERTwo days later, Nora gave Adrian the letter.
Chapter 13 - THE YEAR AFTER MIAOne year later, the conservatory reopened.
Chapter 14 - GRACE GROWS UPGrace grew up knowing her mother.
