June's POV
"Your mom called me," Dad immediately complained after opening the front door and coming home from work, finally acknowledging my existence. The sun was blinding, shining brightly behind him as he stepped in. I had woken up twenty minutes ago, but it was still rather early in the morning.
"Oh, so you're speaking to me now?" I arched my brow.
"June," he said my name with a great breath of exasperation.
"Dad," I repeated, giving him the slightest bit of sass.
Dad sighed heavily, falling into his recliner. It was the first time in the last two weeks that I was able to see how truly exhausted he was. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting it go and taking a deep breath.
"I just don't understand, June. Where did all this come from?"
"What do you mean, where did
