In that moment, Timothy became painfully aware of just how much he'd failed in his role as a father.

Jessica was cradled in his arms, but she remained completely unresponsive.

She wouldn't react anymore-not to him, not to anyone.

Though Timothy and his son had hurt her in different ways, the outcome was the same: her heart left battered and bleeding.

She was done letting their father-son drama dictate her emotions.

Timothy, despite feeling for Henry, couldn't ignore Jessica's pain. Henry's public declaration that he didn't understand sign language was as good as denying Jessica herself.

So Timothy's voice turned even colder as he addressed the room. "I've watched Henry's performance from start to finish today. As his father, I have to say he's not qualified for this award. I'm pulling him from the competition-effective immediately."

With that, Timothy straightened his posture, strode onto the stage, and fixed his icy gaze on Henry. "We're going home."

He turned, and Henry obediently trailed after him.

had all been organized by adults anyway, the host knew better than to argue

quick on his feet, smoothed things over and

Jessica, he

when she'd used her voice synthesizer, he'd thought she'd finally agreed to wear the necklace he'd given her a thought that had lifted his spirits, if only for

blouse collar hid the pendant, but

now, as Timothy scanned the crowd, he saw Herbert

eyes met,

the hall and headed straight

holding Henry close and

settled in the driver's seat, silent and unmoving, not

the awards left. Jessica would be out soon.

show her that Henry would be

inscrutable face in the rearview mirror, anxiety flickering in her eyes. She hesitated, then asked softly, "Timothy, aren't

"Waiting for Jessy."

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