Page 58 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2

This is best for everyone, right? A father and daughter reunited—no more need for an interloper…

After over an hour, I risk creeping up the stairs. A soothing, deep hum drifts from Magda’s room. Singing? Yes. God, I recognize the rasping, haunting voice as Vadim’s. He has her sleeping in his arms, rocking her as he sings the same song he must have while she was in the hospital.

My heart aches as I leave them be and crawl into bed alone.

If I were a better woman, I would gather my things and leave now. Let them rebuild their bond in peace. It might hurt in the short-term, but in the long-term, they’d be better off. They belonged together—without me.

But as the minutes tick by, I don’t get up.

I never pack my things.

I never leave.