CADEN
Dad let out a frustrated laugh and sank into the sofa behind him, allowing the three of us to process his admission.
"It doesn't matter anyway!" He smiled at both Mad and me. "What matters is that I let them implicate me, and I turned out to be somehow like them. Not knowing how to give my own child the love they owe me. I thought it was because of my hatred for men like my fathers, but honestly, it's a curse. Maybe I am cursed," he whispered.
I stood still, holding onto the scream in my chest.
"Caden, I never hated you; you just reminded me of memories I was trying to withdraw from. You look everything like me growing up. So I pushed you away."
"I-I..." Mad began but stopped. She must also be in shock.
Martha lowered herself next to him on the sofa; he glanced at her and drop
