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“He told you he doesn’t like talking to me? But…I thought…” Anna bit her lip, blinking back tears. How stupid she’d been to assume her relationship with her dad would be just as great, when he didn’t even quite believe she was his future daughter yet.
“I only meant that he questioned why I did…so much. Conversations with you are—are so intriguing!” She tried to assure her that there’s nothing wrong. “If—if however there is a problem, just tell me. Come to me.—You don’t have to deal with it. It’s completely my fault if there should be any.”