Zoey stood frozen by the door’s edge, eyes fixed on her father's face.
Kelvin earlier mentioned that her father, Howard, would be stopping by, but seeing him in person ripped open old wounds she thought were long buried.
Her mother leaving. Her younger brother's death.
Her father's obsession with politics was the cause of it all. If only he hadn’t neglected them, none of it would've happened.
“Zoey.”
“Don't,” She took a step backwards, avoiding his touch. “Don't call my name or act like you know me. Just stay away.”
Her father's jaws clenched. “Zoey, it's been seven years. We barely talk. We can't keep this up. Things have to go back to the way they used to be.”
Not saying a word, Zoey lifted her gaze to meet his stare.
“Listen,” he continued. “You can blame me for what happened
