KAT
The drive into the city is tense and awkward. I choose to sit in the back and Luke chooses to sit with me. My father keeps shooting murderous glances at us both in the rear-view mirror.
"When were you planning on telling me, Kat," my father's voice makes me jump as he breaks the silence in the car.
Luke grabs my hand and gives it a little squeeze, an action that is not missed by my father. "I guess the next time that I saw you," I say timidly.
"You didn't think to pick up the phone and call me?" There is a tremble in my father's voice that almost sounds like disappointment.
Shrugging my shoulders, I don't know what to say. It isn't like he is the one that has always been there for me growing up. He always chose my sister over me. Why would I confide in him now?
