Braelyn's POV
"She needs to know. She deserves to know." Agnes had pleaded with Daddy. I clutched my white teddy that dad had gotten me as I listened from the door unbeknownst to them
I was scared Agnes was going to complain about my behaviour at school earlier. I had run out of the class crying and saying, 'I would never go in there again.'
Daddy pampered me, but was stern when I was getting willful. I hated it when he raised his voice at me.
The door was slightly ajar. A half image of dad sitting by her desk while Agnes stood before him pleading.
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From the corner, I stood peeking into the study, and I could see Daddy and her. I didn't go in because I knew it was something between adults. "She is too young to handle it " Daddy had tiredly said that day
