Crew's Pov
I'm standing in the doorway of my room when I hear my father's voice drifting from the balcony.
He's on the phone. Again. With Victoria. Obviously.
His voice is different when he talks to her. Softer. Warmer. Like he's a completely different person from the cold, demanding man who threatens to cut off my allowance every other day.
I've never heard him talk to my mom like that. Not that I remember, anyway. Mom left when I was ten, and even before that, their conversations were always stiff. Formal. Like business associates instead of husband and wife.
But with Victoria, it's like he's transformed into some kind of romantic lead from a movie.
It's surreal.
I walk out onto the balcony, and he glances at me, holding up one finger to say he'll be done in a minute.
"I love you
