New York City
July 15th, 2002
Lainie was sitting cross-legged on the pull-out mattress in the bedroom, her eyes trained on the book in her lap. She had tied her mass of blonde curls back to keep it out of her face.
"Hey, Lai," William said, sitting down on the mattress next to her. Lainie closed her book and smiled at him.
"Hi," she said. She glanced up at the doorway, where John stood. She stared at him for a few moments, before saying, "I'm sorry, daddy." Her voice was small, and she sounded ashamed.
"Lainie." John moved to kneel before her. "I'm not upset. I'll admit, I was scared, until Will told me you were with him. Actually, I'm very happy you're with him."
Lainie sat up straighter and looked at the two. "Why?"
William nodded at John, who placed a hand on Lainie's shoulder.
"Because I'm not your dad."
Lainie's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "You're not?" She shook her head slowly before she looked back up at John. "Who is, then?"
William hugged her tightly from behind. "Hello, daughter."
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forgetting me
Historia CortaWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
