I dressed up, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Lilya. I couldn't shake the feeling of worry for her, wondering if she was safe and if I should have stayed with her instead of coming here to my father's house. Despite the tension between us, family ties still held some sway over me.
I knocked on my father's door, and when he opened, his gaze pierced through me with disapproval. I took a deep breath and walked in, ready to face whatever confrontation awaited me.
"Where's Lilya?" my father demanded, suspicion evident in his voice.
I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Lilya has an urgent matter to attend to. She's fine."
His eyes narrowed, and he scoffed, "That's a lie, isn't it? You just didn't want her to follow you to that witch's place. You don’t want your little girlfriend
