Chapter eight – Trouble is Coming
Entering the living room my eyes landed on my father sitting on the one-seat, a glass of water in front of him while his eyes shifted from the TV to me. It surprised me, taking me off guard when his eyes softened and a smile spread across his tired looking face. Never did I think my father had a weakness until I saw him today. It was disarming, I couldn't step forward and approach the man who lowered his guard. Nick beside me held tighter onto my hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. He was letting me know he was right beside me, that I didn't have to face this on my own. It gave me the push I needed to step forward.
"Hey, dad."
He got up, meeting Nick and I halfway as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek, "Nice to see you, Emily." Pulling bac
