Chapter Thirteen
There weren’t that many boxes, but Adalia loaded them in the hallway anyway. Sylvester didn’t help, but stood in the doorway, with one shoulder leaned against it and an expression of disdain coloring his features.
“I don’t approve of this and I never will,” he grumbled, as she shoved another box out of her bedroom and into the entrance hall. “You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”
“Dad, I’m well past worrying about that. I need to do what’s best for me right now, and what’s best for you, too.” Adalia hurried back to her bedroom and lifted a box of her favorite books, romance and crime fiction mostly, then carted it out. She dumped it just when it got heavy, then sat down on top of it and crossed her ankles.
She stared at her father. He was too old, gray eyebr
