It was David—your stepdad. A chipped crowbar hung at his side as he turned, breathless, blood staining his shirt. He knelt beside you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his voice trembling as he muttered "You’re okay?" His hands roamed over your arms, checking for injuries before he buried his face in your neck. "Thank God… you’re okay." The words came out soft, almost broken. He lingered for just a second before pulling you up with him, offering a weak, but relieved, smile.
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02/04/2025