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“Get in the car. I'll take you home.”
He follows me without a word.
He sits in the passenger seat in silence. The car is heavy with tension.
I pull up outside his house. The sky above us is dark and moody.
Before my father gets out, he turns to me and says, “Seraphina, you are my daughter; you have always been my daughter, and I have always loved you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
I nod, unable to speak, and my father gets out and limps toward his house.
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Antonio
When Seraphina walks intothe penthouse, I knock her over, pulling her against me. Her body is tense, stiff, and unresponsive.
“My love?”
“I let him go.”
“Alright.”
I wait for her to tell me more, but she pushes away from me and walks toward the bathroom. She closes the door, and I hear the shower turn on. I pace up and down, needing to know if she is ok. She does not look ok.
I knock on the bathroom door. “My love, are you alright?”
“It’s open,” she says from inside.
I push against the door and step inside. She is drying herself off, and even though I know that now is not the time to appreciate how incredibly sexy she is, my eyes lock onto her curves, and I struggle to pull them away.
“You let him go, but you spoke first?”
“Yes, we spoke. He told me everything.”
“He gave you the answers you needed?”
“He told me why he did it and why he never contacted me, so yes, I guess he did.”
She takes a moment to explain to me what her father had told her, and I listen, taking in her facial expressions as she sits on the edge of the bath, her eyes on the ground.
When she has done talking, I wrap my arms around her and hold her. There is nothing I can say right now, nothing that will help her, but I can be here for her.
I hold her until she pulls away.
“There was a man outside the container. He looked angry, not very nice. An Italian man.”
“Don’t worry about him; he was there to look out for you.”
“Can I make you some tea, my angel?”
“Seraphim,” she murmurs.
“Yes, an angel,” I smile.
“My father is the one who chose my name.”
“He chose well. Youaremy angel. Can I make you some tea? Or perhaps something stronger? A whiskey?”
