When My Wife and Daughter Finally Remembered Me, I Was Gone for Good
Language: en
I stood outside holding a doll. The door was half open, and the conversation inside drifted clearly into my ears. “Mom, do I never have to go to the hospital again?” My daughter Sophie’s voice rang out. “Yes,” Claire said gently. “Now that the plot is over, it won’t go off course anymore. Everything will get back on track, and you won’t be punished.” She was only this gentle when she was facing Sophie. “What about Uncle Blake?” Sophie asked anxiously. “It’s all Dad’s fault. That’s why Uncle Blake can only sneak in to see me every time.” “If there were no Dad, we wouldn’t have to live like…