POV: Adan Bradford
I stormed into the house, raging with anger and annoyance at no one else other than my father. I couldn’t believe that Calla had just left without any trace. How was I supposed to know where she was now? Things weren’t okay with her, and how was she going to survive? I couldn’t feel her anymore or sense her; she had gone really far, and inasmuch as I would have loved to blame myself, my father was mostly to blame.
“Dad! Dad!” I yelled angrily, as I stepped into the living room, searching for him.
“Adan, what is the problem?” My stepmother, who was busy setting the table for lunch, asked.
“Where is your husband?” I snapped at her.
“Is everything okay with you?” She asked, with concern ringing in her tone of voice.
“Do I look okay to you? Where the hell is my father?
