When I opened the door, I froze for a second, then screamed, “You again? What are you doing here, George? Why are you disturbing my life? I’m going to call the police!”
“Wait… not so fast,” he said casually, pushing his way past me like he owned the place. He walked straight into the sitting room and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs.
I stood there in shock. Did he not just hear what I said?
“I’m here to see my daughter, Ava,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “It’s the weekend, and I’m sure she’s home, in her room, right?” Then he laughed, that same annoying, careless laugh that made my skin crawl.
I pointed at the door, my voice sharp. “George, leave my house right now, or I swear I’ll call the police.”
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his
