TWENTY-NINE YEAR OLD MARK EVERETT SLOAN ROLLED OVER TO the other side of his bed, only to be faced with a an empty bedside. a small frown was tugged on his lips as he misses waking up to his six year old daughter who would sneak into his bed early in the morning. he rolled over and laid on his back and thought of all the events that happened that lead up to losing his daughter
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟮
it was around nine pm when mark sloan was in his kitchen studying for one of his exams as his daughter was asleep in his room. a knock on his front door is what interrupted his studying. he furrows his brows in confusion, seeing as he wasn't expecting anyone
he steps off his barstool and heads to open his door. once it's open, his jaw immediately clenches and wants nothing more to shut the door right in front of myleen mendes's face "hi mark" she says
mark clenched the side of the door, his fist turning white "what are you doing here?" he demanded
myleen let out a breath, she figured he would have an attitude "can we talk?" she asks
mark scoffs as he folds his hands against his chest "there's nothing for us to talk about" he argues
she raised a brow "how about our daug—"
mark was quick to cut her off "my! my daughter!" he hissed quietly, remembering his daughter was asleep in his room
"she's my daughter, mark!" myleen argued as she raised her voice, tired of his attitude
"no!" he said stepping right in front of her "you lost the privilege of calling her your daughter the second you left her right here on my door step" he scolded her as he points at the door mat underneath her feet
