LILITH
But before she could bring it down, my father caught her wrist midair. “Enough, Evelyn.”
She stiffened, whirling toward him. “You’re defending her? Of all people, you should know better the consequences of the stunt she just pulled!”
“It’s exactly because I know that I'm stopping you,” he bit out, clearly trying his best to remain calm. “Look around, Evelyn,”
“All eyes are on us. What do you think they’ll say when they see you hitting her?”
“We’ll talk about this later. But not here. Not now.”
My mother visibly calmed at his words.
Watching my dad half hug and pat her back comfortingly, I found their relationship enviable.
Yet as their daughter, I felt no joy—only a bleak sense of irony.
Setting aside the fact that I orchestrated tonight’s reveal, I was still the biggest vi
