LISA MOORE'S APARTMENT
Lisa was in her room when her housekeeper, Vera, knocked and stepped inside. “Miss Lisa, your father is here. He’s waiting in the living room.”
Lisa, lying on her bed, barely reacted at first. She had ignored her father’s calls for the past two days, fully aware that avoiding him would eventually force his hand. But she hadn’t expected him to show up at her house just yet.
Vera, still standing by the door, hesitated before asking, “Should I tell him you’re unavailable?”
Lisa sat up slowly, stretching her arms. “No, tell him I’ll be down in a moment.”
Vera nodded and left. Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair before getting up. She slipped on her robe and glanced at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look as irritated as she felt.
By the time she walked
