Vin's Pov
I didn't move when I heard the door opened. I just kept my eyes on the lamp while lying down on the bed and hugging my favorite furry stuff toy. It was not too long until I heard my father's sigh and the creak of the bed.
"Vin aren't you eat your dinner?" he asked before I felt his stroke on my hair. "I cooked our dinner, Vin." he added with a sulky sound.
"I'm not hungry, dad." I cleared my throat and icily answered him so he wouldn't realize I was crying.
He sighed again before he hesitantly asked, "Are you mad at me?"
I immediately responded, "Of course not!" I croaked. "I will never be mad at you, dad."
"How about your mother?" he interjected.
I went silent. Because I know, beneath me, I was disappointed and a bit mad at her.
"Are you mad at her, Vin?" he said once ag
