'Trust' Drabble for open_on_sunday

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Happy Birthday.

She wanted to be angry; to rail furiously at the injustice of yet another cruelty life had felt the need to visit upon her. She would even settle for hurt. Hurt she could deal with; she’d had practice. Instead she was… numb. She looked into the eyes of her watcher; a man she had trusted implicitly, who was more a father to her than her own flesh and blood, and she felt… nothing.

Turning her gaze away from the regret-filled pleading eyes she fixed hers firmly on the ground as he dabbed gently at the wound on her forehead.

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