Sam felt someone watching her, she was afraid to open her eyes and find it that it was her dad. Her dad. The thought of having him back was great, but the knowledge that she’d been the one that kept him locked up these past years, without help. She felt like her heart would rip itself into pieces. How had she not known? How had her mother never told her? WHY had her mother never told her? How much of what he went through did he blame her for? Just how much did he hate her? She hated that her body was shaking, her hands were tucked under her thighs because they just wouldn’t stop shaking. Sam also knew that if her father was listening to her heartbeat, he’d know she was awake and just how f*****g nervous she was to face him. She heard footsteps approach their room and tried to make out who
