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Chapter 45
“Where were you,” Mr. Tyler asks as soon as her daughter steps into the living room. Alexandra’s demeanor turns rigid but her face remains calm whilst she steps further into the room. The house she had grew in felt foreign. Bare, as the walls that once held family portraits and pictures of what used to be.
“I had a personal errand to run sir,” Alexandra replies to her father’s question.
“Personal,” Mr. Tyler snickers as she stares at her daughter with no emotions present, “I needed you to deliver vital documents hours ago. What was so important you had to keep your own father waiting?”
“My apologies sir, it wo
