Angel's POV
It was around midnight as I stepped into the house. As I flicked on the kitchen light, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of my dad seated at the table. Despite his evident exhaustion, there was a palpable eagerness in his eyes as he spoke, "Angel, I'm glad that you came back. Where have you been?"
"Sitting in my car on the side of the road," I mumbled, settling into the chair across from him. My body felt drained from the tears that had flowed relentlessly.
"Are...are you feeling better now?" he hesitated to ask.
I breathed out a heavy sigh, "No, but there's nothing I can do but accept it, right?"
It would have been nice to have known all this s**t a few years earlier, or at least to have had a say in the decision to move here. However, I realized that embracing the
