[Mary’s POV]
Kris and Steph’s father helped me into his car, before we drove off. The drive was awfully silent as I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I could see him staring at me from time to time, but I tried to avoid any eye contact with him.
He looked like an older version of Kris. The only difference was that Kris had his mother’s eyes. When the car stopped, I felt him grasp my waist, making me tense as I turned towards him.
A familiar stare hit me, as it was similar to how Kris used to look at me, which made me realize that his father probably didn't like me very much.
“Listen up, I don’t know what game you are playing with my son, but I want it to stop!” He warned me, making me frown at him.
“Mr. Collins, I have no idea what you are talking about,” I told him, feeli
