"Are you okay?” my father asked after the dust settled. The meeting room was strangely quiet now.
“I’m fine,” I replied automatically. Then I quickly amended my statement. “I’m not if we’re being honest.”
“She feels like she's losing you too. You're so gung-ho about giving yourself away-”
“You don't need to explain her feelings for her. She can do that herself from her own mouth.”
My father sighed but nodded. “You kept your composure throughout that ordeal. Your mother may want to wring your neck but I know she was impressed with how you handled yourself.”
I collapsed into one of the chairs and hung my head. “I feel like I’m going mad.”
“Why?”
I was rambling before I knew it. My father always had that effect on people. He could lower your walls and have you spilling your secrets wit
