Steven looked into her eyes, the same eyes that had always looked up to him with trust and love. He wanted to tell her, to unburden himself of the secrets that had haunted him for so long. But he couldn’t. Not now, not on her special night. He forced another smile, this one even weaker than the last. “I’m fine, Trisha. Really,” he said, his voice betraying him.
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Trisha reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “If you say so, Dad. But just know that I’m here if you ever want to talk,” she said softly, her words filled with warmth and understanding.