Remy’s eyes were wild with panic. He clenched his jaw, grabbed a safety harness off the ground, and bolted for the Ferris wheel’s base without looking back.
Right then, he was the kind of father who’d risk everything—his own life included—for his daughter.
Maybe he wasn’t the perfect husband, but as a father, he was nothing short of heroic.
I ran after him, my voice cracking with tears. “Remy, please be careful. Just promise me you’ll bring Cindy back.”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder, giving me that familiar smile—soft, pure, and fiercely determined. “Avery, wait here. I’ll bring our daughter back. I swear.”
The late autumn air was freezing, and Remy only had on a dress shirt. The wind whipped it around him, but he moved forward with unshakeable resolve.
I watched as he climbed, my vision clouded with tears. My whole body shook as I tried to hold myself together.
Suddenly, I flashed back to two years ago. Our friends had planned a hiking trip. No one expected the landslide. I ended up clutching a tree, dangling off a cliff, nothing but a hundred-foot drop below.
Remy was just like this back then. His eyes were bloodshot, wild with fear, but he didn’t hesitate—no gear, no ropes, he just scrambled down the cliff to get to me.
He got me back up, safe and sound, but his hands were torn up, bleeding from so many cuts there wasn’t an inch left untouched.
I hugged him and cried, asking why he’d been so reckless. “There was a river at the bottom,” I sobbed. “Maybe I wouldn’t have died if I fell.”
He shook his head. “Silly girl, I’d risk my life a hundred times to save you. Don’t ever say things like that again.”
He’d risked it all for me once, and I believed so deeply that he loved me just as much as I loved him.
But love—the kind I thought would last forever—wasn’t what I thought it was.
Everything he did for me wasn’t really about love.
Finally, Remy made it down, Cindy safe in his arms.
I ran to them, barely waiting for the firefighters to unbuckle the harnesses, and pulled Cindy into my arms, hugging her as tightly as I could.
I fell to my knees, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.
The terror of almost losing her and the relief of getting her back crashed over me all at once. It was almost too much.
Remy’s body was ice cold as he reached us. He stretched, then pulled both me and Cindy into his arms. His tears were hot on my face.
“Let go! Why are you holding me? Just let me die, I don’t want to live!” Julia’s voice cut through the chaos as the firefighters brought her down.
She was shivering, her face pale and tinged with blue and purple from cold and fear, making her look almost unrecognizable.

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