Kade's POV
Emilie, Mom, Dad, and I sat at the dining room table with a pot of chicken parmesan sitting in front of us as steam rises from it. Mom and Dad sat on one side of the table while Emilie and I sat on the other as we started to scoop the pasta and chicken onto our plates along with a piece of garlic bread.
Dad kept glancing up at me as he was eating and I just had to ignore that I noticed him keep looking at me because I didn't want to have to deal with whatever he was going to say. He cleared his throat and I had to clear my mind of any anger as he started to talk. “So, Kade, how're you doing?”
I gripped my napkin in my hand that was sitting on my lap before looking up at him with the best smile that I could muster up. “Perfectly fine, Dad, it's not like I just broke up with
