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Aidan was holding a beautiful porcelain doll in his hands. When Amber saw the doll, her eyes filled with tears. He remembered her very well, her mother had given him that doll on her 6th birthday, and had told him that it was very special, to take good care of it. Amber took care of that doll with her life, but one day her sister Angelica destroyed her.

He stood up with difficulty and opened his hands as tears fell from his eyes.

"Daughter, I'm sorry," Aidan cried painfully.

Amber couldn't utter a word. Her tears began to fall inconsolably as Aidan stroked her hair, while he also wept inconsolably.

"I forgive you, now I know you were always there, and I didn't know it," he said in a whisper.

After a few seconds, they both cried silently, as if they needed it. Sommer cleared his throat in Amber's direction, and she immediately looked up at her sister, her blood sister, the one she had longed for every day of her life and who was now there, with her.

"I want a hug too, little sister,"