𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 ~ | 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘤

XXVII

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

~ This is a magical hot mess ~

Holy shit, 

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HOLY SHIT. 

What was happening?

This wasn't real, right? There had to be some sort of mistake. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I just wanted to meet his puppy and now I was face to face with a tiny little person. A tiny little person who looked so much like him it was impossible to deny she was his.

But I could deny it.

I was a professional in ignoring truths I didn't want to face. I'd been doing it for years, ever since I'd first met him.

Caroline.

My heart twisted. She was just a little girl. How could he have a daughter? I'd known him for years, and I would have sworn he'd never been in a relationship for more than a few weeks.