By the time I got home, my nerves were calm. I've poured out everything on the wheel. And I was grateful for the silence that greeted me. No high heels clicking across the floor, no fake smiles or calculating eyes.
Relief washed over me like warm water as I discovered that Teresa wasn't home. It was rare to have a moment in this house where I didn’t feel like I was being watched, judged, or manipulated. And moments like this can't be wasted.
I didn’t waste time. I don't even have much time to waste. I headed straight for my father’s study, his sanctuary. The door was half-open, and I could see him at his desk, glasses perched on his nose, reviewing documents. His face was lined with age and worry.
“Dad,” I said softly, stepping in.
He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Mir
