ONYX
“Cut the nice act. Why are you really with my son? Don’t lie to me because I can always tell a weed from the grass.”
My father was definitely going to be a problem.
I stared him down, giving him my best death glare, but his focus was on Sarah squarely. “Daniel,” my mother cautioned. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m not,” he snapped which made her flinch. They’ve not solved their problems.
“I’m not sure what you mean, sir by ‘weed from the grass,’ Sarah answered calmly, “but I’m with your son because I see a future with him and I love him unconditionally.”
He snorted loudly from across the table and took a little bite out of his cookie. “You love him?”
I could see the nerves on her face when she turned to me and I whispered “it’s okay” before she faced my father. “With all my heart.”
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