LISA MOORE'S HOUSE
Lisa was about to leave her house when she saw her father’s car pull up just as she was about to enter her own.
Her heart sank, and she braced herself. The moment Malcolm Moore stepped out, his expression dark with anger, she knew she was in for a confrontation.
Her father walked straight toward her. Lisa greeted him, "Good morning, dad."
Malcolm didn’t respond. Instead, before she could say another word, he demanded, “How dare you, Lisa?” He looked like he was ready to hit her.
Lisa didn’t need him to spell out why he was angry—she already knew.
“I knew you were always looking for ways to disgrace me and ruin everything I’ve built,” Malcolm said, his voice laced with disappointment. “But I never thought you’d stoop this low.”
Lisa squared her shoulders, refusi
