MALLERY'S POV
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I blankly stare at Jace as he holds the doll in the air. My once pretty blonde doll, ruined by an act of anger, hatred and fear. All of this tension between us and all I can think of is why my father kept it. Did he care enough to keep a piece of me? Or is it to remind him of what I am? Is it a keepsake to remind him that I’m not his daughter? That I’m only a disappointment…he already thinks that I’m not his child, but I knew my mother. She was a ray of sunshine, she was full of light, she loved my dad, she strived with him. She was completely and utterly devoted to him, heart, body and soul. She wouldn’t have cheated on him, but my father is so disgusted with me that he made up the story in his own mind. I have a suspicion that he had something to do with her death, bec
