Cynthia Dion:
"Hmm, well, she can make her own decisions," Mr. Holt responded nonchalantly, dismissing the topic as he headed to the couch to retrieve his jacket.
My father's disappointment was palpable now that his scheme hadn't yielded the desired results. But what exactly was he trying to achieve?
"Have a good night," Mr. Holt bid farewell, draping his jacket over his arm and nodding to my father. Just before he walked past us, his gaze briefly met mine, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"Visit again," my father called out, leaving the house to accompany him to his car, leaving me bewildered.
I had no intention of retiring for the night until I got an explanation from my father about his intentions. So, the moment he returned indoors, I confronted him directly.
"Why did you
