Chapter Thirty
Jack The groups finished the first event and began to form up for the next, Amelia and I moved down the beach. "What's up with your dad?" I asked in a joking tone. I was only half serious, and was not at all expecting an answer. "You saw that?" She asked. Turning back she looked up at where the crowd watching had been standing. In between events they had moved back up to the breakfast table to chat and snack on the next course between events. She sighed heavily before meeting my eyes. "Twenty plus years of emotional subjugation and living under my mother's manipulative control. I can't even say for sure how much of it is actually him." I was completely taken off gaurd by her response. Sara? I thought to myself turning back to look up where the audience was loitering up by the pool.
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