Ember’s POV
“Your dad?” Mira leaned forward, resting on her side to ask while her eyes scanned my face.
I didn’t need to ask how she knew, I was sure my expression gave off how displeased I was to see a call from my Dad.
It didn’t use to be like this. No, actually, this feeling began to arise from the moment he started making and trying to impose his wills on me.
As a younger child, I recollected jumping for joy anytime my attendants told me my Dad was returning from a work trip.
How subject to change this world was.
“Well, pick up,” Mira urged, when I stared at my phone with hesitance.
I hesitated for a couple more minutes then finally swiped across my screen, to accept the call.
Dad’s voice came through the receiver almost immediately. “Ember?”
“Hi Dad,” I muttered, trying to ke
