Jasmine's POV:
I sat in the library, trying to lose myself in a book, but the words blurred before my eyes. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on my mind. Suddenly, the door burst open, and my father stormed in, his face twisted with anger.
"There you are," he snarled. "Hiding away like the coward you are."
I sighed, too exhausted to muster up any real fight. "What do you want, Dad?"
He sneered, looming over me. "I want answers. You think you can just lock me up and ignore me?"
"I'm not ignoring you," I said wearily. "I just need some time to process everything."
"Process?" he scoffed. "What's there to process? You're acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum."
I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm. "Please, Dad. I can't do this right now."
"Can't do what?" he dem
