“My dad’s a big believer in handling your own problems. I’ve been messed with in the past, and he told me to figure it out—I wasn’t going to run to him for help, just to have him embarrass me.” I couldn’t imagine a father not wanting to murder anyone who had hurt his daughter. But then again, my d**k of a father hadn’t given two shits about me or my sister. Maybe Alessia had misunderstood her father, and maybe he was an asshole, there was no telling. “You said you filed a complaint—why was he still working there?” The color that had returned to her smooth olive skin drained away. “I tried to, but the HR office was out for training. I was going to do it the next day but got distracted.” I ran my finger back and forth over my bottom lip as I stared at my little songbird. “So, you lied to me.
