Riley's pov

I tried to steady my breath as he finally pulled away, with ragged breaths. I looked away, my fists clenched hard between my legs, and the tears brewed while he tried to refocus on the driving.

I swallowed hard, biting my lower lip. I should have stopped him, pushed him away, slapped the hell out of him, but instead, my fingers dug through his hair, urging him on.

Mom said to do anything for Dad, right?

I sniffed the tears back.

This is just a sacrifice.

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