Fiona's POV
Well, so much for trying to be a normal teen. If I was told initially that it wasn't possible for my heart to physically leap out of my chest, I'd agree, but now, I wasn't so sure.
Dad still stood square at the entrance of the garden. His gaze kept flickering between me, Ragnar and Ellen, and his expression held a weird inconsistency with showing me what he felt. I had the sudden urge to want to shrink into the ground and disappear into thin air.
I had gotten so used to his absence that whenever he showed up, it felt like I was being squeezed by the throat by some unfortunate paternal force. I had come to like his absence. So now, the real question was, why was he here and why did he come back?
Ragnar was indifferent as always. Ellen? I couldn't see her, but she was most
