I let out a low breath, shaking my head as I step back. The space between us suddenly feels a lot wider than it did a few minutes ago.
“Everyone keeps saying that,” I murmur. My gaze drifts toward the window and the stretch of trees beyond it that look so harmless now in the daylight. “Not yet,” I repeat and huff out a humorless laugh. “I’m starting to think that’s code for ‘never.’”
“It’s not,” my father says.
I glance back at him, raising a brow slightly. “You want to try convincing me of that?”
Another pause and another moment where it feels like he might actually say something that matters. But all I get is, “Just trust me.”
That might be the worst answer yet.
I hold his gaze for a long second before nodding once, slow and deliberate. “Yeah,” I say quietly. “That’s getting harder
