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PART 5 — Finnley Robertson

That evening my father walked into the penthouse carrying Toby in his arms.

He looked decades older than I remembered.

"I'm sorry."

I stared at him.

"For what?"

"For believing your marriage would protect you."

He handed Toby back to me.

"I spent my career building companies."

"I forgot the hardest thing to build was trust."

I leaned against him.

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For the first time in years...

I let myself be someone's daughter again.

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