Chapter 7 - Arthur Realizes His Family Did Not Really Die
Little Lena walked over slowly, dropping the red plastic bucket onto the grass and tugging gently on Arthur’s coat sleeve.
“Are you really my daddy?” Lena asked softly, tilting her head with a mixture of hope and childish caution.
Arthur pulled away from Clara, his eyes shining with tears as he scooped little Lena up into his arms.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m your daddy, and I am never, ever going to let anyone take you away from me,” Arthur vowed.
Lena smiled a bright, beaming smile that mirrored Clara’s youthful features from a decade ago.
She reached up with her small hand, wiping a stray tear from Arthur’s cheek just like her mother used to do.
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The broken pieces of Arthur’s heart suddenly snapped back together, forming a fierce, unbreakable bond of fatherly love.
Clara watched them through a blur of tears, feeling the heavy burden of a ten-year lie finally lift from her chest.
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