JENNA’S POV
I don’t even know how I did it, but the speed I used to sprint across the room to hit that door put any Fast and Furious movie to shame.
My chest rose and fell in heavy heaves as I unlocked the latch, opened the door, and met my dad’s eyes.
“Hey, Dad,” I forced out, slapping on a bright, fake smile.
He frowned, eyeing me up and down. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”
“Oh. Um... I was working out.”
His frown deepened. “Why? You look fine the way you are.”
“It’s just healthy exercise,” I lied, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. “What did you want to tell me, Dad?”
“Well, I texted you that I wanted you downstairs, but you didn’t reply. We need to talk.”
“Talk about what?”
“Come downstairs and find out.”
“Okay, but I need to shower first.”
He checked
