MILICENT
My father’s voice came down on me like a whip. “Enough of this insolence, Millicent. You will do as I say. You will return home, you will forget these boys, and you will remember who you are.”
His tone had always been the same, a blade meant to cut down any protest before it could form, but this time, for the first time in my life, I didn’t back down.
I pushed myself up from the bed, steadying my feet under the burn of anger flooding my veins. My knees wanted to buckle but I locked them straight and raised my head until I was looking him dead in the eye. Father is a towering figure compared to me but I still stood my ground.
“I know you’re my father,” I said, .y voice growing louder the longer I spoke. “But in the same way I’m your daughter. That means I carry your blood. Th
