Laureen’s POV
“Laureen!”, my father called my name as he walked into my room with my sister following behind.
His face was tense and unreadable. And right behind him was my sister, Laura. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the room like she was expecting some kind of trap.
Everywhere became quiet. I guess Sandra noticed my quick change of mood because she sort of stepped aside, letting the tension rise in the room.
I laid silently, my expression cold and emotionless.
“I was informed about the accident. How are you doing?”, he asked subtly as he took a step closer.
“What are you doing here?”, I cut in sharply. My voice coming out colder than I'd intended—but I didn't regret it.
I could see him jolt in shock at my sudden question, but he was quick to hide it.
“I… well, I just came to see yo
