Alyssa's eyes twitched a bit.
But she didn't turn her head.
"Dad, I had a dream. I dreamt of Julia. She said she hates me and will never forgive me. Now I know what it feels like to be the talk of the town. I never understood why she chose to overdose. Now I get it."
Alyssa's voice was faint, like a whisper.
Her father began to speak, "Don't let your mind wander, those are all things from twenty years ago. And, it wasn't all your fault back then. Now you've experienced death once, you can say you've paid your dues to her."
"But it's not over, Dad. Agnes is actually Julia's daughter."
This was news to her father.
"I'm willing to deal with my past mistakes, but I can't let Jared carry my cross. How am I supposed to face him? I let him down. He will be ridiculed and isolated by others. I ruined his marriage, Dad, it's all my fault."
"Alyssa, do you only see Jared as your son?" Tim's voice suddenly became stern.
Alyssa slowly turned her head, her face soaked with tears.
Tim continued, "You've always favored Jared since he was little, but you also have Ryder. Ryder is your son too. Why don't you consider his feelings? Even when he's not around, you still have me, your father. I'm old, your mother is long gone, I only have you, my daughter. Can you really bear to make me, an old man, arrange your funeral?"
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