No Forgiveness:He's Not The One
couldn't just wait for David to come home and pretend everythin
suggested to Lily the next morning, trying to sou
dea of seeing her father, of reclaiming his attention
my heart twisting. Sh
ow hum of activity. Nurses bustled by, their faces professional and detached. I bought a
e reception desk, talking in low voices. I didn't mean
ctoria' s daughter yesterday? He took a whole hour out of his rounds to sit with her while
know any better, I'd think they were the perfect little family. It's a shame ab
people saw me? The sensible, reliable architect,
ed to turn around, to grab Lily and run
! Daddy's offic
hall. We turned a corner, and my steps faltered. There, outside a patient room,
ood beside him, a soft, proprietary smile on her face. David was holding a stethosco
strong heartbeat," he said, and C
avid!" she chirped, throwi
s face in her hair. "Anything
a knife in my heart. That w
g cold. It was a perfect domestic tableau. The loving father, t
react, Lily d
ad
small voice echoing i
in his eyes, then it was replaced by irritation. Victoria' s smile t
vid asked, standing up. He sounded
ice trembling a little. She pointed at Chloe and th
ery quiet. Chloe hid behind Victoria' s legs, looking scared. Victoria placed a protective han
his tone strained. "We've talked ab
irl," Lily said, her lower lip
toria, trapped. And then, as he always did, he
ed at me, his voice low and furious. "Bringing h
aughter, David? The one you've been ignoring for a week? The one who is standing r
s. He bent down and murmured something to Vic
ictoria. "Why don't you take
e kind a victor gives to the vanquished, and led her daughter away. D
he demanded. "Following me to my workplace?
ally snapping. "That is your daughter! We
t on his face, as if I were a difficult patient he could
leaving me and Lily standing alone in the cold, empty corridor. The coffee cup slipped from my numb fingers and cr