THERESA'S POV
Who the heck are you calling?" My father's deep voice pierced the air of the room from behind as he stood upright by the doorstep of my room.
“Oh,” I exclaimed in a low tone, as I turned my back and checked; I saw him dressed in his white top and black jeans, wearing his indoor slippers. I didn't even hear his footsteps approaching my door until I hung up the call and found him standing behind me with his eyes widened.
"What sort of parent are you?" I asked, my voice low yet firm. "How could you, Father? I asked, "How could you?” I repeated again, "You folded your arms and crossed your legs while your daughter has been missing for a whole month without doing anything?"
Meanwhile, without hesitation, he approached my small bed and grabbed my phone from my hand.
"You'd be
