Tara’s POV
“You’re just like a daddy.”
Abby hooked her pinkie finger around Soren’s thumb and mumbled sleepily, “I wish you were my real daddy.”
My chest was heavy with guilt.
Watching my daughter stare at Soren with sleepy, solemn eyes was a reminder of my inability to provide a complete family. Guilt for forcing my daughter to endure judgment from both her peers and teachers. Guilt that Abby could not live the life she wholeheartedly deserved.
Abby should have a life free from the stigma of being a fatherless child. I knew Abby had struggled with her father’s absence, witnessing it at school and during holidays, but seeing her want so clearly in person was painful. I had failed my daughter.
Soren gave Abby a bittersweet smile before continuing his story. I watched him from the
