“You called for me?” Summoned, like a dog to heel. My father’s dark office drank in the pale morning sun. It felt like it drank all the light from me too, like some kind of warped vampire.
My father barely looked away from his computer screen as he waved a hand at the seat across from him. “Yes, have a seat.”
I didn’t have a good feeling about this. My father had been withdrawn this last week at dinner, neither speaking nor eating. If he bothered to show up at all. That didn’t bode well for anyone.
“It’s come to my attention that you and Gideon are no longer…attached?” He finally looked at me, plucking the glasses from his nose. Only so that he could look at me down the length of it. “Is that right?”
No delicacy, no walking on eggshells. Just like that. Blunt and to the point. If I
