“For me or the family?”
My father tsked at me. “Such black and white thinking, that. Why must it be one or the other?”
I whipped around to face him, nearly spilling the last of my water down my front. “So black and white thinking is only acceptable when it aligns with your interests?”
Any other time I might have regretted the words as soon as I said them for fear of the belt, but I was too irritated. With everything. Where was Gideon anyway? Surely, he should have been back by now - there was no reason for him to linger after the doctor had taken over.
“Oh, this ought to be enlightening,” my father snorted, turned to face me fully too. He leaned again on the table, completely at ease. “What do you mean exactly?”
I swallowed, mulling over my words. If they came out wrong then I wou
