Truth tastes bad.
Vivienne's POV.
For a while, there was a cold silence between us. My jaws dropped to the floor and my breath ceased until I realized I was almost going to suffocate.
With a deep breath, I curled my eyebrows and my hands tightly pressed my phone against my ears.
“Tell me it's a joke, Dad.” I sniffled. “Who am I kidding? Nothing looks weird to me anymore, Dad. But why couldn't you tell me? Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't anyone tell me?” I screamed into the phone.
“Dear… it's complicated,” he stuttered.
I froze for a second, my teeth gritting aloud. Complicated? That was all he could say? My life had taken a total switch to the opposite and the only explanation he could give was just a word.
“Dad, do you even love me as a daughter?” I whispered with a shaky
