***Will***
"I'm going to grab us a drink," Annabelle whispers in my ear, casting a flirtatious glance before sauntering toward the bar. I watch her retreat, my emotions churning.
A familiar voice then cuts through the din behind me.
"Will, can we talk?"
I turn to find my father standing there, his expression unreadable. A beat passes before I nod, leading the way to the patio. I break the silence, my tone edged with defiance and longstanding hurt.
"You want to know why I transferred schools?" I ask as the cold air hits.
He meets my gaze, eyes searching.
"That's one of many questions I have."
I shrug, settling onto a bench at the nearest table. My father sits opposite.
"Ask away," I reply, unable to stop myself being so blunt.
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