As the sun peeked out over the horizon, Pax finally picked herself up off the stoop and decided to go inside. Just as her hand reached for the knob, the door swung open and Pax was face-to-face with her father, who was clad in a pair of mesh running shorts with his gym bag slung over his left shoulder. He went to the local club on Saturdays to play tennis and schmooze some of the school board members.
His features crumpled into a scowl. “Have you been out all night?” he grumbled.
She shook her head. “No, sir. I came back from Ayana’s last night. I woke up early and decided to come out to watch the sunrise.”
He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, then nodded, accepting her explanation. “Best get inside. I’ll be back later.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood as he trudged past her to his car, rub
