Celeste
“Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom,” I greeted before taking my seat at the breakfast table.
“Good morning, daughter,” my stepfather responded warmly.
I watched my mother smile beside him, that perfect, loving smile. I wished my stepfather could read her mind.
I wished he could see the wicked thoughts she held about him and his son. I wished he could see through her act.
“Good morning, Dad,” Jace said politely as he sat down.
The maids served breakfast, and we began eating. It was peaceful this morning. Even the atmosphere felt calm and soothing.
After we finished, Jace spoke. “Father, I’m moving out today.”
“Are you still insisting on this, son?” Father’s voice was heavy with disappointment.
“Yes,” Jace replied firmly. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Please take care
