cold.
“You’re done in this house.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Dad, I’m your son.”
His expression didn’t soften.
“Not after this.”
Within hours, everything unraveled.
Mia stayed upstairs. My parents wouldn’t let me near her. My mother locked herself in her bedroom, sobbing like I had ruined her life. My father followed me around the house as if continue reading …
