CHAPTER 83

Dad's eyes immediately zone in on Woody before flickering down to our hands that are joined together. I watch him breathe heavily, looking like a dragon ready to burn Woody into a crisp. Woody clears his throat and steps forward, offering Mum his hand first. "Hi Mrs Melvin, it's good to meet you." Woody says confidently, his voice never once wavering. I lift a brow, impressed at his performance. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dad still glaring at him, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Hi...