Escaped

When the chance came to escape, I took it.

Many years later, my daughter got out, and she didn't immediately hunt me down. I took this to mean that she didn't love me (because she didn't find me to hug me), nor did she hate me (because she didn't find me to stab me).

So I just kept going, until by sheer dumb luck we ran into each other.

And then she told me that she thought I was dead, because that's what her mother told them when I vanished.

She then gave me a hug.

And then stabbed me.