Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Dad opened his front door and seemed shocked to see me.
“Little Bird,” he said, taking off his reading glasses. “What’s going on, baby girl?”
Before words could leave my mouth, I burst into a fit of tears.
Dad’s arms instantly wrapped around me, and he didn’t let me go.
After a few days of me staying at my father’s house, he finally decided to confront me after finding me rotting on his couch in the living room, surrounded by used tissues, watching Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time.
“All right, time for a break,” he said, grabbing the remote and shutting off the television.
“Hey! It was just getting to the good part!” I shouted.
“She bewitched him body and mind or whatever, yada, yada, yada,” Dad muttered, waving a dismissive hand my way. He then sat on the coffee table in front of me and shook his head. “Do you know why I built Big Bird for you, Willow Rose?”
I snickered and sniffled, pushing myself up to a better sitting position. “Because I wouldn’t stop talking about the silly thing for months?”
“No,” he sincerely stated. “That’s not why.”
“Then why?”
“Because I’m your father, and while the rest of the world might’ve fallen for the fake smiles and the bursts of engineered, manufactured joy, I saw the truth. I saw the real you.”
“And what was the real me?”
“A broken little girl who blamed herself for a terrible, tragic accident. A broken little girl who probably blamed herself for her mother’s death, too.” His eyes glassed over as he lowered his head. A slight tremble left his mouth. “And all I could see was my baby hurting as she pretended not to be hurt. But I felt like if I didn’t give you the freedom to explore and find yourself with Big Bird, then you might’ve slipped too far into the facade of pretending to be happy in front of others. Because I knew if you were on the road by yourself, you’d have to face yourself and your truths. I wanted you to do some of that inner work on your solo adventures. I just didn’t expect you to meet so many strangers who could distract you from said inner work.”
I released a nervous laugh. “Leave it to me to push my trauma down deep and dance instead of cry.”
“It’s okay to dance every now and then, baby girl,” Dad stated, placing his hand in mine. “But it’s also all right to cry sometimes, too.”
I didn’t know why, but him saying that felt like he was giving me permission to be real. I shut my eyes and tried my best to hold back the tears. I still felt silly for feeling so much at all times. I felt embarrassed for not always being happy. I should’ve been happy. Still, such a big part of me was so heartbreakingly sad.
“It’s okay, Willow,” Dad whispered. “You don’t have to pretend around me. Break in here, and I’ll keep your secrets.”
With that, my head fell to his shoulder, and I allowed myself to take off the mask I’d been wearing since I was a kid.
My father didn’t try to fix me at that moment. He didn’t tell me how what happened with Anna, Carter, Eric, and Mom wasn’t my fault—even though I knew he believed it wasn’t. He didn’t try to take away my pain. He didn’t offer me any words of comfort. Instead, he simply let me break. He let me shatter. He allowed me to be broken.
I didn’t know how important it was until that very moment to have people in your life who would allow you to shatter and stick around to pick up all your broken pieces.
My father was the definition of what it meant to stay. I was almost certain he’d go to the ends of the earth to take care of us girls.
“Why did you push Theo away, Willow Rose?” Dad asked.
“Because I love him,” I confessed.
“You love him,” he repeated.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“So you pushed him away?”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard. “I ran into Anna when I was in town before. Mrs. Lane reminded me how awful I was. She hammered it in, letting me know that I was the reason for people’s lives being ruined. And she’s right, and I’d probably figure out a way to ruin Theo’s life, too. Plus, I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve to be loved when others can’t… And what if something happened to Theo? What if I hurt him? What if there was an accident? What if he died, Dad?” I cried. “I can’t handle that idea coming true. And seeing how much Molly was hurting after losing Harry… And I can only imagine how hard it was for you losing Mama and, and, and…” I shook my head. “I don’t know why we’d choose love when, in the end, it hurts so bad and always dies.”