Skylar
"Well, if you and Sky are leaving the house, then I might as well leave now for my business trip," my father coldly declares.
I refuse to look at him, keeping my eyes tightly closed to avoid the sight of the man who has become nothing but a source of disappointment to me. The frustration within me bubbles, and my hands clench with such intensity that my nails dig into my palm, drawing blood. Hatred courses through my veins, a relentless emotion that refuses to diminish. Were it not for my mother, I would have gone No Contact with him long ago.
Suddenly, a phone rings, jolting me from my tumultuous thoughts. I open my eyes just in time to witness Bethari flinch as she checks the caller ID. A palpable tension hangs in the air as she hurries to the opposite end of the room to answer
