Hailey
"I'm all ears, Dad," I said, adjusting my position in the seat, preparing myself for the revelations to come.
My father's eyes seemed to cloud over, his expression turning nostalgic. "This family wasn't always like this, Chickadee," he began, his voice low and melancholic. "You know that."
I felt a surge of emotions: anger, hurt, and frustration. "I know, Dad. Things were better before Mom's death, when you shut me out," I retorted, my voice trembling with restrained emotion.
My father's face darkened, his eyes flashing with defensiveness. "That's not what happened, Hailey," he protested.
I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on my face. "Oh, really? Then remind me what happened, Dad?" I challenged, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
My father's voice rose, his words spilling ou
