Chapter 85. Fiancee

I looked at Amari, peacefully asleep in bed. How do I explain to her that Carl isn't really her father? That her belief in Carl as her true dad isn't entirely accurate? I don't know what to do anymore.

I bowed my head and tried putting myself in my child's shoes. I'd likely be just as confused. Amari's too young for these matters. She's intelligent, and that scared me the most...

I know that it would hurt so much to be in her shoes, to realize that the man who'd been her father figure since she was born wasn't her biological father. Tears welled up in my eyes. My darkest night has come up in my mind, reminding me of the violence that brought her into this world.

"Ina, what would you lose by accepting Carl's wedding proposal? It's for your child! It's for Amari's sake," I talked to myself. Trying to help myself to decide what's best not for myself but for my daughter.

Who would I rather introduce to my child as her father? The ones who harmed me? Come to think of it,