Valentina's POV
It wasn't working. It wasn't working at all. I'd heard tapping your feet helped with your anxiety, but I'd been doing it for the past hour now and nothing had changed. If anything, I felt more anxious than when I'd originally started the damned exercise.
Before I could figure out whether to continue the exercise or not, something loud pierced my thoughts. It was so sudden, I hadn't seen it coming at all. Or maybe, I was just so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had no idea when I'd disconnected from the world entirely.
“Oh my.” Dad exclaimed, before glancing at the ground. I followed his gaze, and it finally made sense as to the loud noise I'd heard just some moments ago. He'd broken an alcohol glass, and that wasn't even the weird part.
Dad wasn't an alcoholic. Yes,
