WHEN DADDY LEFT

Anthony

Y'vania's POV

The moment the elevator doors opens and Sam's sees me she comes in running and hugs me tightly. She has grown a bit taller since the last time I saw her. She refuses to let go of me and I struggle to focus on my walking at the same time holding her.

The whole Miller family is here apart from Anthony. It hurts not to see him again. A part of me still misses him. I know I would've forgiven him if he'd made it.

"Sam, it's okay. Let's have a seat."

"No. I want you to come back home with us."

I almost laugh at that statement. I manage to disentangle myself from the little girl's tight grip and I look into her eyes noticing the tears, the sadness and emptiness in them.

I knew it was tough for her when I attended Anthony's memorial service. She wanted me to go back home with her. She refused to let go of me just like what she's doing today. She told me that she knew I was sitting on a wheelchair because I was in a car accident with Anthony and her brother went to heaven but I came back from heaven to stay with Elio. I broke down when she said those words. Connor was not able to control his tears too. They both hugged me and we stayed like that until Kara came and separated us.

Kara and I patched up our misunderstandings. Everyone told me how she was of great help to me when Anthony abducted me. She came in at the hospital and we had a lot to talk about. I hope we'll be closer again just like we were when we were kids.
She went against her family ever since the moment they forced her to pin the baby on Anthony and she decided to involve the father of her child who loves and accepted her without questioning anything. My uncle decided to cut her off. She moved in with the father of her child. Her family called her a few days before Mia's wedding and decided to mend things up.
She has changed a lot. She is no longer the spoilt brat that I didn't like. She is a responsible woman now. A version that I really like.

On the day of Anthony's memorial mass and burial, I was still recovering and everyone was shocked to see me at the church. I arrived late because Daniel didn't want me to attend. He clearly told me that I wasn't going to attend Anthony's funeral. He was so angry at him and I don't blame Daniel. Anthony almost killed me. Just a minute late I would have died. I don't know what came over him. I still have nightmares about it sometimes. It's a trauma that I will not easily forget.

His parents talked to him and he agreed at the last minute on condition that my family will attend and Lissa will be present and the Harrington security team will escort me and guard the area. I was against it especially the security team escort but I realized Daniel wasn't backing off and I had to agree or not attend the burial.

When the church doors opened, everyone's eyes turned towards me. I thought they were going to kick me out. My family had already arrived and the security detail was already in position outside.

Sam was about to run towards me when one of her relatives held her. Connor stood up and walked towards me, he pushed my wheelchair right to the front and I was able to look at Anthony for the last time. It was an open casket. It looked classy. He was dressed in an expensive designer suit, something that he didn't like at all, he always said it was a waste of money. He looked peaceful like he was resting.

I didn't know what to do, how to react or what to say to him. I still had no idea what he had done to me or how we ended up here; me on a wheelchair and him in a casket. Daniel had told me his version of the story but I still felt like there were gaps that I couldn't fill. I wished he could rise up and fill them. I wanted to blame him for leaving me alone to raise Elio by myself but I couldn't.

I found myself speaking to him quietly. I still remember what I told him, what I asked him because I didn't get answers. I leaned on the casket trying my best not to break down. I shed quiet tears asking him repeatedly why he left me alone with Elio. How was I going to explain it to his son.