Elliot’s world shatters when he sees his estranged, pregnant daughter with his best friend, Joshua. Misunderstandings explode into accusations, and an accident leaves Joshua unconscious. As secrets unravel, Elliot faces the painful truth of his actions.
I always thought the silence would get easier. After all, wasn’t peace what I craved after Mia moved out?
A man deep in thought | Source: Midjourney
No late-night arguments, no slammed doors, and no biting words she hurled like spears. But the quiet wasn’t peaceful. It was deafening.
The last argument replayed in my mind more often than I cared to admit. She had stood in the middle of the living room, her arms crossed, defiance written in every line of her posture.
“I’m not introducing my boyfriend to you, Dad,” she’d said, her voice like ice. “I’m 18! I don’t need your permission to date.”
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“I’m your father,” I had snapped. “I have every right to know who you’re spending time with.”
“No, you don’t! You just want to control everything! That’s all you’ve ever done!” Her voice had cracked on the last word, but she didn’t back down. “I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m done letting you treat me like one.”
My response had been harsher than it should have been.
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“Fine. Go ahead and act like an adult, Mia. But don’t expect to live in my house while you do it.”
Her eyes had gone wide, tears brimming but not falling. “If that’s how you feel,” she said quietly, “then I’ll leave.”
And she had. Just like that. The sound of the door slamming shut behind her was the loudest noise I had ever heard.
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Something inside me broke when I realized she wasn’t coming back. It didn’t make sense. I’d done everything possible to keep her safe and ensure she would succeed in life… how could she be so ungrateful?
These thoughts haunted me as I walked past an open-air eatery near my office. So, when I first heard that familiar laugh, I thought I was imagining it. Then I heard it again.
I looked up and spotted her instantly. Mia was sitting in a booth inside the café, one hand resting on her rounded belly as she chuckled.
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My breath hitched, and the world narrowed to that one undeniable detail: she was pregnant. My Mia, who used to climb trees and scrape her knees, was going to be a mother.
And sitting across from her, leaning in far too closely, was Joshua, my best friend for 20 years. Joshua, my confidant, who held my secrets and knew my fears.
Joshua, who had a wife and kids, who should’ve known better. My heart slammed against my ribs, and a roaring filled my ears, drowning out the café’s gentle hum.
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Every unspoken fear, every piece of guilt I had buried over the past six months clawed its way to the surface. Without a second thought, I marched inside and stormed toward them, my steps fueled by anger and betrayal.
The small voice in the back of my mind whispered to slow down, to ask questions first, but I crushed it under the weight of my emotions.
“Elliot.” Joshua’s voice cracked, his face ashen when he saw me. Mia’s smile disappeared instantly, replaced by wide-eyed panic.
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“What the hell is this?” I barked, pointing at them. My voice was louder than I realized, turning heads and drawing whispers. “Mia, you’re pregnant? And with him? God, is he the boyfriend you told me about? No wonder you didn’t want me to meet him!”
“Dad, stop,” Mia said, her cheeks flaming. She glanced around, visibly shrinking under the weight of the attention. “It’s not what it looks like—”
“Not what it looks like?” I cut her off, jabbing a finger toward Joshua.
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“And you! What kind of betrayal is this, huh? Mia is my daughter, the girl you used to push on the swings… what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Elliot, calm down,” Joshua said, standing. He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, but it only stoked my anger.
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” I spat. “You, of all people — you know how much I’ve sacrificed for her! And this is how you repay me?”
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The café buzzed with murmurs now, an audience captivated by the unfolding spectacle. I barely noticed the whispers or the horrified look on Mia’s face. My focus was solely on Joshua, the man I thought had been my brother in everything but blood.
Mia rose from her seat, her face pale and trembling. “Dad, stop! You’re embarrassing yourself—”
“Embarrassing myself?” I snapped, turning to her. “Do you have any idea—”
The scrape of a chair interrupted me.
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“Just let me explain…” Joshua stepped forward, but his foot caught on the chair leg.
His arms flailed as he stumbled backward, and time slowed to a sickening crawl. I reached out instinctively, too late. His head hit the floor with a crack that seemed to echo through the entire café.
“Joshua!” Mia’s scream jolted me out of my frozen stupor. She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands hovering over his head, unsure where to touch.
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The entire café went silent as if the air had been sucked out of the room.
“Call an ambulance!” someone shouted, but Mia was already fumbling for her phone.
I stood there, paralyzed, staring at the man I had just accused of the worst kind of betrayal. Blood pooled beneath his head, stark against the pale tile.
My anger evaporated in an instant, replaced by a cold, crushing dread.
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Hours later, I sat in a sterile hospital waiting room, Mia stiff beside me. Neither of us had spoken since the doctor told us we had to wait, that they couldn’t tell us anything because we weren’t family.
The tension was suffocating, a tangible wall between us. Finally, Mia broke the silence.
“You’ve got it all wrong,” she said, her voice trembling but defiant.
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“Oh, do I?” I asked, the bitterness in my tone making her flinch.
“The baby isn’t his,” she said. “And he was never my boyfriend… God, I don’t know how you could even think that! I was dating a guy called Dylan when I left. This is his child.”
I blinked. “So, where’s this Dylan now?”
“He’s gone,” she said flatly.
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“He didn’t want anything to do with me, or the baby when I told him.” Her gaze dropped to her hands, twisting anxiously in her lap. “Joshua found me crying on his doorstep. I had nowhere else to go.”
“And he took you in,” I said, my voice hollow.
“Yes.” She looked up at me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
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“He’s been helping me. He gave me a place to stay and money for groceries. He even told me to talk to you, but I wasn’t ready. Not after how we left things.”
My chest ached. Every sharp word I’d thrown at her six months ago came rushing back. I had pushed her away, and she’d found comfort in the arms of someone I trusted. Not like that, though. I had been so wrong.
“Mia, why didn’t you come home?” I asked, my voice cracking.
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“Because, Dad,” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek, “I didn’t think you’d let me live my life. I thought you’d try to control this too.”
I couldn’t argue. The worst part was, she was probably right.
When Joshua’s wife, Suzanne, arrived, she was frantic; her face pale.
“What happened?” she demanded, her voice shrill with worry.
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I stammered out an explanation, but before I could finish, the doctor emerged.
“Ma’am,” he said, his tone grave, “your husband has a subdural hematoma. We need to perform surgery immediately to relieve the pressure on his brain.”
I heard the words but struggled to process them. Surgery. Brain. The implications were too much to grasp. Suzanne broke into sobs, clutching the doctor’s sleeve.
“What about the cost?” she asked through her tears. “We don’t have the savings for something like this.”
I froze. I knew what I had to do.
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Hours later, I returned to the hospital with an envelope clutched in my hand. It was all the money I had scraped together: my savings, my emergency fund, and even the jar of loose change on my kitchen counter.
“Here,” I said, shoving it into Suzanne’s hands. “For the surgery.”
She stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Elliot, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I said firmly.
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“He’s my best friend. And he’s been more of a father to Mia than I’ve been lately. I owe him this.”
When the surgery was over, the doctor told us it was successful. Joshua would recover, but it would take time.
Relief washed over me, but it was tinged with guilt. I had almost destroyed the life of the man who had saved my daughter.
When Joshua woke, I was the first to apologize, the words tumbling out in a messy, tear-filled rush.
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He smiled weakly and muttered, “Took you long enough.”
And Mia — my stubborn, strong-willed daughter — took my hand in hers.
“I’ll come home,” she said softly. “But only if you promise to try. To trust me. To… let me grow up.”
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I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “I promise.”
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