Margaret’s POV

I left the room so heavy with feelings that I was at the point of crying. Noah was my only child but I knew I never treated her as such and for the first time all my life I felt guilty.

I knew her too well to know that she didn't care a damn about what others thought about her and maybe I wasn't surprised she had acquired that trait from someone and that person was actually me.

Her father was different, so kind and warm. The type of meekness that could piss you off and make ...