My finger was still pointing toward the door.
"Leave," I muttered under my breath.
Richard looked at me for several long seconds.
I expected him to argue, to apologize, and maybe to finally realize how much he'd broken me in the last hour.
Instead, he sighed as though I was being unreasonable.
How could he call himself my father?
I thought he'd be different.
"Gwen." His voice became strangely calm.
"You need to stop letting your emotions control you."
I stared at him.
Was he serious right now?
"I've told you everything." He took another step toward me despite my obvious discomfort.
"You know why Dawson is after me."
"You now know what happened."
"You know what's at stake."
My patience had already run out. "I also know you don't regret any of it."
His expression barely ch
