Tears fell onto the phone screen, making the text blurry. She quickly wiped them away and softly moved her lips, "Dad..."
She knew her father never liked typing and always sent voice messages. Now, it was past midnight, and he was probably in the study, carefully typing each word on his phone.
She could feel his attentiveness and caution.
Over the years, she never blamed her father. Without the love he gave her, her life wouldn't be complete.
One could only say all of this was Whitney's fault. She killed her biological daughter, took her away, but didn't treat her well, creating discord in this family.
Her father had always been supportive and loving toward her.
If Whitney was determined to create an illusion for someone, her father, working away from home for the family, how could he be aware of this?
She moved her hand and composed a text message.
"Dad, sorry I haven't been with you these days. Your daughter misses you a lot. I'll come back with Aiden Shaw on my birthday."
