KELLER
Teresa stormed out of the room after the heated argument and Bennett followed behind her.
When they were both gone, I faced my father because he had to explain himself properly, I needed to hear exaxtly what he meant by the garbage he said.
"Explain yourself, Father,” I demanded and my voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade.
Bennett and Teresa were gone but the echo of the slammed door was still hanging in the air.
My chest was tight, my fists clenched at my sides. I didn’t want to walk out, not yet because I still wanted answers from him.
Brock leaned back in his chair with his eyes on me. He looked so calm in that infuriating way he always was when he thought he was right.
Milinda shifted beside him, pretending to be innocent with her hand over her swollen bel
