"What did he want?" I ask, taking a seat at the kitchen table. The topic of her father hasn't been brought up since Tesla told me what he did to her. I know she doesn't want to talk about what happened and I'm not going to push.
She sighs. "He keeps wanting to apologize. I don't want to think about it or talk to him right now. He has a lot more to apologize for other than what he already is," she remarks.
Her situation with her father, in a way, mirrors our own. I need to apologize to her for everything I've done. She didn't deserve anything I've put her through, especially keeping things from her.
"Tes, we need to talk," I cut in.
She runs her fingers through her messy hair. "I know. That's part of the reason why I left the note," she says. "I don't want to fight anymore, Graham. I l
