Maksimillian

“What? What did you say?” Zenovia’s jaw hung.

She was ready to leave that morning, and so was I.

After her and her father’s dramatic and touching scene last night, they miraculously made up. And I couldn’t be happier for her. After years of bitterness, anger and hatred she held and kept inside, they were finally a father and a daughter again. A family once more.

“Maks!” She slowly wriggled out of her father’s embrace, tears wetted her face.

I immediately sauntered towards her and dried her tears, while her father watched us, wiping his own tears.

“I… uh…” she began but couldn’t make out the words. She then...