Prologue

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Picture of Aubrey when she was seven, which is when this memory is from.

"Mommy?" I asked my mom.

"Yes, honey?" my mom turned to me, with her tear-stained cheeks.

"What's wrong? Where's Daddy?" I asked, trying not to cry. Whenever my mom cried, I became sad.

"Your dad left us," she said, with her voice cracking at the end.

"Daddy left us? When is he coming back?" I asked with tears pricking the corner of my eyes.

"He's not coming back," my mom said, hugging me.

"But he has to! He has to see me grow up! He has to see the drawing that I drew of the two of us!" I said with all of my innocence, "Why did he leave?"

"Because your dad and I aren't in love anymore."

I just stayed silent and walked into my pink bedroom. I cried until I didn't have any tears left to spare.

That was the day I realized I wouldn't have my father anymore and the day I realized he wouldn't see me get my first boyfriend, graduate high school, go to college, nothing. Or at least that's what I hoped.

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