Dad still wasn’t speaking by the time Dr. Schel came back with another man. I didn’t have to look up to know who the man was. I watched the floor as he walked toward me in that graceful, soundless way. I took a breath and glanced up at him. His eerie hazel eyes bored through me. I had to stop myself from squirming under his gaze. Mom patted my glove-covered arm.
What was he doing here?
“This is Michael Dawson. He’s the head of St. Ailbe’s Acad—” “I know damn well who he is.”
The doctor stepped back out of Dad’s way. Probably a smart decision. “What in the hell did that boy do to my daughter?”
“I’m so sorry, John. I warned her—”
“Bullshit you did. Don’t give me that crap like it’s an excuse.” Dad raked his fingers through his hair. “You will not blame this on my daughter. Her life is r
