—Caleb—

It was over.

The secret was finally out, and part of me felt relieved as I got into my car and the driver pulled away from the restaurant.

Five years of pretending. Five years of letting Kiara believe I was her father.

But her words haunted me throughout the drive home.

“I don't want to talk to you.”

I tugged at my shirt cuffs and glanced out the window. I'd known telling her the truth would hurt, but I hadn't expected her to shut me out the way she'd done.

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