Chapter 58

### Kenzy's POV

I woke up to the faint beeping of machines and the sterile smell of the hospital. My vision was blurry, but as it cleared, I saw my father sitting by my bedside. His face was etched with worry and exhaustion.

"Dad?" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening with relief. "Kenzy, thank God you're awake," he said, reaching for my hand.

I pulled my hand away, my heart heavy with resentment. "Why are you here?" I asked, my voice trembling. "You said you were disappointed in me."

His face fell, and he looked down, guilt evident in his eyes. "I'm not disappointed in you, Kenzy. I was just scared," he admitted. "I handled it poorly, and I'm sorry."

Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories of our strained relationship flooded back. "You left me, Dad. You left me with Mom, and she..." My voice broke. "She made my life hell."

He moved closer, his eyes filled with pain. "I know, Kenzy. I know I failed you," he said softly. "But I want to make it right."

Before I could respond, the door opened, and Max walked in. His expression was a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"Kenzy," he began, his voice steady. "I came to say goodbye."

My heart sank. "Goodbye? You're leaving?"

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm going to Germany. I need to sort things out. But I want you to know that I loved you, and I still do. But right now, I can't... I can't stay."

The pain in his voice was palpable, and I felt my heart shatter all over again. "Max, please," I whispered, reaching out to him.

He shook his head, stepping back. "Take care of yourself, Kenzy," he said, his voice breaking. "Goodbye."

As he turned and walked away, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The urge to end it all became overwhelming. But before I could act, my father grabbed my arm, his grip firm but gentle.

"Kenzy, no," he said urgently. "You have to fight. For yourself, for us."

I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why did you come if you hate me so much?" I cried.

He held me close, his voice soothing. "I don't hate you, Kenzy. I love you. I was just scared of losing you. I handled it all wrong, and I'm so sorry."

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, my sobs gradually subsiding as the weight of his words sank in. He didn't hate me. He was scared, just like I was.

In the days that followed, my father stayed by my side. We talked about everything—about my mother, about the pain and loneliness I'd felt. He listened, really listened, and for the first time in a long time, I felt heard.

When the doctors finally discharged me from the hospital, my father was there to take me home. But home wasn't the same anymore. We decided to go to Washington together, to start anew.

Max and i decided to end things and then a new determination to start a new. I hope i am up to the task.

As we left the hospital, the sun shining brightly, I felt a glimmer of hope. This was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. With my father by my side, I felt ready to face whatever the future held.

The end