Morgan's POV:
"Morgan?" Dad called after me. I pretended not to hear him, making my way up the stairs to my room. "Darling please, say something."
Say what? What does he want me to say?
I walked up the stairs and got to my room. He followed behind me, keeping a safe distance between us as if he was afraid of what I would do. Well actually, it was nothing.
I felt numb. I couldn't think about anything but getting to my room and crashing in bed.
I locked the door to my room, made a beeline for my bathroom and took a cold shower.
He's joking, right? And that girl, she's joking too, right?
After my shower I dressed in a loose shirt an went to bed. Tomorrow morning I'll sort my thoughts out. As for now, I don't think so.
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The atmosphere that hovered over the breakfast table was
