NATALIA
I walked into the living room just in time to see my father facing Wesley like he was ready for a fight. My heart jumped when I saw Wesley. He looked tired and worried, but his eyes lit up the moment they landed on me. I forced myself to stay calm as I could not let my feelings show.
“Dad, stop,” I said, stepping between them. My voice came out stronger than I felt inside. “They were not friends. Robert was a criminal who tried to use everyone around him. Wesley was just a man trying to survive. You do not have to speak to him in that tone. He came here to help.”
My father narrowed his eyes at me. He looked surprised by my defense of Wesley. For a moment, the room stayed completely silent. I could hear the old clock on the wall ticking loudly. I turned slowly to face Wesley. His
