CHAPTER 30

A quiet knock on my temporary bedroom door causes me to take a step back. "Come in." I say robotically, the words tumbling out of my mouth in monotone. The door creaks open, revealing my father, dressed in a suit. His hair is styled and swept back, the small amount of gel glistening in the light. His eyes mirror mine, emotionless, dead. "Are you ready sweetheart?" He asks quietly, his eyes dropping to the floor. He hasn't made eye contact with me once in the past two weeks. It's like he can't...