I pushed the door open and walked in, spotting him slouched on the couch in the room, looking dispirited.

Quietly, I approached him. "Dad."

He lifted his head, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Chloe…”

Seeing him like this tugged at my heartstrings. I understood the pain my adoptive parents had carried and the hardships they had gone through. I believed in their love for me.

My nose tingled. I went over and bent down to him. "Don't be like this, Dad. You and Mom are my parents. If you hadn't