VIOLET’S POV

I was a fool to hate my father. I was an even bigger fool to think that he never loved me when his disappearance was literally him proving that he did. Even though I didn’t know anything about it. It hurt to know that he suffered just as much as I did, if not more and there was no way that either of us could have reached out to the other.

But it was still hard to believe that he did this all for me. He had the weirdest way of showing affection.

“When I was a child you were never there. Especially after Mom died. You switched,...