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13. Shaun
13 Shaun Daddy… I shot up from bed, my heart pounding as I blinked in the bedroom light I’d left on, never expecting to sleep. Drew stood in the doorway, barefoot and in sweats, his hair wet as though freshly showered. I scrambled to sit, my blood seeming to drain from my body at the pain in his eyes. “Dad?” I managed to whisper. He shook his head. “No.” I stared, denial the wall keeping my emotions in check. “Shaun.” Drew started toward me, and I held up my hand. “No,” I repeated, shaking my head. “No.” The pain in his dark eyes twisted my insides—he wasn’t allowed to mourn Dad … wasn’t allowed Goddamnit! A sob caught in my throat, a mere whine escaping as I fought to be the strong woman Dad always wanted me to be. “I’m so f*****g sorry,” Drew said, his own voice breaking as h
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