NORA’s POV.…
As I walked into the house, I could feel my legs were shaking and I couldn’t tell it it was because of the excess alcohol I had consumed or because of the fact that I was afraid dad would scold me for not coming back home.
Either ways, I felt weak in the knees.
“Where are you coming from, young lady?” Dad’s voice brought my movement to a stop.
I swallowed as I turned to see him folding his hands against his chest, staring at me like some journalist who awaited answers. I gulped as I turned to face him completely, I had being on my tippy toes because I didn’t want to call attention but then sadly, all that didn’t help.
“I’m sorry dad.” I told him.
My head was still aching and I didn’t think I could start to explain myself.
“You’re sorry?” He scoffed as he walked towards
