When I was a little girl, I lived my final years of childhood with the absence of my father, and he lived countless years with the absence of me, but we both knew we would meet again someday. We hoped. And hoping got us somewhere. Or nowhere. Once we were reunited, we were immediately torn from each other because of my actions and choices. If I were able to relive those days with my father, I wouldn't because eventually it would have to end.
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Revenge - Season Five
FanfictionFive years ago, Emily Thorne entered the Hamptons as the friendly, sophisticated "girl next door". But there is more to her story. When Emily was child, her father was blamed for a crime he didn't commit and they were separated for the rest of her c...
