Hearing her father brush it off so easily only made Celestia feel worse. "Dad, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I just couldn't do anything to save our house."
She knew how much that place meant to him-it was his own design, a piece of his heart. She'd even begged Jareth to give it back, but he flat-out refused. The only thing he allowed was for her to take their belongings.
Henry paused what he was doing and turned to look at his daughter, her eyes rimmed red with guilt. Warmth and kindness softened his smile.
"It's okay. It's just a house. Honestly, none of this is on you. If anyone's to blame, it's me." If he hadn't taken that loan back then, maybe they wouldn't have lost both the company and the house.
"Alright, let's change the topic. Your friend's coming over soon, and I've st
