Kane.
Ella's mood today is absolutely dreadful, and unfortunately, I seem to be the primary target of her frustration.
Every time I speak, she snaps at me. Frustrated, I gave up trying to talk to her and retreated to my office, leaving her alone with Jess. Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence.
"Hi dad what's up? " My voice is sounds tired already even to my ears.
"How's Ella doing? " His voice etched with concern.
My brow furrows at his question, not because of the inquiry itself, but because she's managing well except for her mood.
"She's fine, actually, despite having cried for hours last night. But when she woke up this morning, it was as if nothing had happened."
"That's good. Just keep a close eye on her. It could be a good or bad sign, you never know." He paused, then
