Avery POV
I clenched my fists, my heart hammering in my chest as I turned to Aidan. "Take me there. Now."
He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple as if warding off an impending headache. "Avery, maybe you should wait. Perhaps he has a reason for keeping this away from you—"
"No, Aidan!" I snapped, my voice raw with frustration. "I can't wait. I need answers. And if my father is any kind of man, he'll give them to me."
Aidan studied my face for a long moment, then sighed again, defeated. "Fine. I'll drop you off."
I turned on my heel, grabbing the box from my bed. But just as quickly, a wave of anger surged through me. I dumped its contents back inside, shoving the lid on roughly before I stormed out the door. Aidan followed in silence, his eyes wary.
The drive was tense. Aidan ke
