“Where have you been!?” My dad barked as he saw me from the serving window of the kitchen. I froze with red cheeks, like a teenager caught sneaking out. He stormed through the swinging door of the kitchen and around the counter. Facing me halfway through the restaurant. The diner was empty save for Miss Jean cleaning menus at a table in the front with a piece of pie beside her and my sister wrapping silverware at the counter.
“I was… down at the bay…” I murmured.
“Again!?” His forehead was red with rage. “Adalaie do you even understand the risk!?”
“It’s fine dad, I-…”
“They are still looking for the man who did this to you and you disappear yet again and come back late!?” He said as he pointed to my arm.
“Dad, it’s hardly an hour after when I usually come home…” I argued back.
“You
