ADALYN
Father didn’t look well when he returned home. His cheeks were red and his eyes were frantic as they darted around. As his hands twitched at his sides, I realized that wherever he’d come from, he was in a terrible mood.
Whenever he was angry or agitated, his hand twitched, along with his right eye. As he paced around the room, I saw his eye tick, and I knew that whatever had happened, it wasn’t good.
“What happened, Father?” I asked as I timidly approached.
“You’re an i***t and a fool, Adalyn!” Father shouted as his nostrils flared. His sudden outburst startled me and I took a step back.
“What do you-” I started to say, but before the words could leave my mouth, Mother appeared and swooped in between us.
“Oliver, dear, what’s going on?” Mother said gently, and she rubbed Fathe
