JANE
We were halfway through the sitting room when the voice stopped us in our tracks. The voice was familiar, yet at that moment, it sounded very unfamiliar and distant. My heart skipped a beat when an image of who it must be flashed in my mind.
I didn't know when I started shivering until I felt Rachel grab my hand and squeeze it gently. She'd dropped one of my boxes to do just that. "It's ok," she whispered. "It's just my dad." Was it really okay?
The question almost rolled out of my mouth, but I held it back and nodded.
She squeezed my hand again, as if saying I should trust her before letting go and turning to her father. I followed suit.
"Dad, what is the meaning of this? Can't you see you are scaring my friend?" She lashed out and glared at him.
I felt weak to my stomach. This
