THE MAFIA BOSS ATE ALONE EVERY NIGHT—UNTIL HIS MAID’S THREE-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER TOOK THE EMPTY CHAIR AND WHISPERED, “I KNOW WHY YOUR LITTLE GIRL NEVER CAME HOME”
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Chapter 14 - My Daughter Returned to the Mansion for the Last Time and Finally Understood Why Her Father Had Kept One Empty ChairEmma was sixteen when we visited the old mansion.
The property had been sold.
The rooms were empty.
Dust covered the floors.
We walked into the dining room.
The giant table remained.
Emma touched one of the chairs.
“This place feels sad.”
“It was.”
“Why?”
“Because I was.”
She looked at me.
“You weren't happy?”
“No.”
“Even when you had everything?”
“Especially then.”
She looked at the empty chair beside mine.
“The chair.”
I nodded.
“That was where I wanted you to sit.”
She hugged me.
“You found me.”
“No.”
I smiled.
“You found me.”
She laughed.
May you like
Then we walked out together.
I never looked back.
