After last night’s shitstorm, I’m a ball of emotions. I have to give Dad the news that Robert and I won’t be getting married. Even though he’ll be disappointed, I hope he understands why. We’ve always been close, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him, but I hate letting him down. I don’t plan on going into detail about Robert’s pushiness or how he tried to mold me into a Stepford wife. It will be short and to the point—we just weren’t meant to be together.
“Hey, Daddy,” I greet as soon as I walk into the kitchen. He’s drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper at the table.
“There’s my girl.” He kisses my cheek when I lean down to hug him. “How ya doing, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been better, but I’m okay.” I move around him and go straight to the coffee maker.
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