B2 019 - Marking My Territory

LUCAN.

I held Patrea in my arms for a long time. No one of us was talking, and we just held each other. I was hoping it was enough because I had no idea how to comfort her.

How could I when my father was the cause of every suffering and negative memory she had?

"I need to get moving or I will be late for work." She spoke in a soft voice before she squirmed and tried to get out of my hold.

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