Fiona's POV
Father turned his head towards me, his expression betraying all signs of restraint. “You were with him. Since when do you have such privileges?”
I grit my teeth. Then a scoff left my lips. “And?” No measure of annoyance could quantify what I felt at that moment. It was like a dam that was long overdue for a change of cement, cracking slowly until the pressure of water crumbles its support. But at the same time, I felt nothing.
Pure numbness.
Father's eyes turned cold, and the air in the room seemed to chill with it. “Do you even understand what you might be doing?”
“Might. Interesting choice of words.” I spat. My voice was tight, held back by the sliver of respect I held for him.
“Fiona. Have a bit of self-dignity.”
“I was gardening dad. Something you would know I lo
