Zarek’s POV
My father’s hostility toward me has grown steadily since Freesia’s disappearance.
He avoided me most of the time, but I’ve noticed his accusatory glares that he shoots me across the dinner table.
“Just say it, Father.” I straightened the napkin on my lap, bracing myself for what was to come. There was a heavy silence that was palpable.
“Alright, Zarek.” He stabbed his fork into a slice of potato and dropped his knife on the table with a clang. “Let’s talk. I know you had something to do with it.”
“With wha-”
“Don’t.” His gaze was steady. “I’m your father, Zarek. And I’ve raised Freesia for years. Something was off between the two of you right before she left. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
My chest tightened. Of course I knew she was acting weird. But I nev
