POV: Reece
"Hand me your phone?"
It's after work, and I'm at Kimberly's house. My mind keeps going back to the office and how Father's getting more controlling.
A huge part of me wants to believe that I'm overreacting. Father is concerned. He unexpectedly lost Mom. Now, he's afraid of losing me too.
I shouldn't be so hard on him.
However, there is another part of me. It's a nagging, gnawing in my gut--call it intuition. Whatever I'm feeling, I know Father's hiding something--or maybe he just...He thinks I'm naive and too dumb to live on my own.
No, wait.
What about Alex?
"Are you going to hand me your phone or not?"
Kimberly and I stand in her apartment building hallway. She extends her palm towards me. "Gimme."
Slowly, I fish my phone from my purse and hand it to her.
Kimberly
