ELARA
“I can’t believe your father actually let you and Emmeline move out,” Romilly exclaimed, her grin practically stretching from ear to ear. Her excitement was infectious—so much so that it felt like she was more thrilled about my new apartment than I was. Ever since I pulled into the driveway, she’d been chatting non-stop, her energy bubbling over with enthusiasm.
“Well, he didn’t exactly have a choice,” I muttered under my breath, the memory of the confrontation still fresh in my mind. Dave had cornered him in front of the entire family, leaving no room for negotiation. I still didn’t understand how Dave managed to get his hands on those incriminating photos, but the thought of asking him had completely slipped my mind in the chaos.
The chime of my phone pulled me out of my thought
