Rolf's gaze made me gulp nervously.
Is he looking for his wife? Is he crazy? Or am I the crazy one because I feel like I'm the one he's referring to as his wife? I bit my tongue to clear my mind.
"Finally, your vacation plan here in our place has been pushed through, buddy. It's perfect timing that my daughter also came home," Dad happily said, catching my gaze.
Is he joking? Does our house look like a vacation home? I wanted to say that. But I couldn't. I felt Melissa elbow me.
"Oh, by the way, Rolf, this is Melissa. You met her before when you visited, right?"
"Hello, Mr. Ashton," she greeted.
"What do you think of my grandchild, Rolf? Isn't she beautiful?" Dad proudly asked, looking at Danielle.
I saw Rolf's jaw clench as he glanced at me before looking back at Danielle. I almost
