He Brought Me Home, But Never Made Me Family Chapter 11

He Brought Me Home, But Never Made Me Family Chapter 11

“I know anything I say or do now is too little, too late. But there are some things I still need to tell you.”

cut ties with Isla. I found her birth family and sent her back.”

“She doesn’t carry the Whitmore name anymore. She’s not my sister She won’t bother our lives again.”

“I’ve sorted out our birth parents’ house and all their keepsakes. I also bought back the small house we lived

in when we were little. I’ll live there from now on.

“You said you don’t remember them. That’s okay. I’ll take you back there. Maybe you’ll remember

something.”

“Willa, everything before was my fault. I was confused. I was arrogant. I thought blood would never break, so I let you suffer again and again.”

“But now I’m really ready. Can you give me one more chance? Can we be like when we were kids?”

“I restored the swing you loved most as a child. And that wooden horse, I made an exact copy myself.”

“Willa, I’m begging you. For our parents’ sake, give me one chance to start over, okay?”

His eyes were full of hope.

Like he had played his last card.

Those words would have worked on me four years ago.

They would have worked on the girl who still fantasized about blood family.

But they meant nothing to me now.

I felt no anger.

I felt no pity.

I just looked at him calmly.

“You really don’t need to. We should both move forward.”