Lena
The sound of a spoon fisting against the plate was the only thing rising in the room, topped with the flames of anger inside me. I was eager to be left alone with Genevieve so I could tell her a piece of my mind. Why does she always show up whenever Dad is around? We haven't seen each other since he left and now he's back, and she's here running to him. What exactly does the woman want?
“Excuse me,” Dad uttered grabbing his ringing phone from the table. He spared me a look before he sauntered away. I released the breath I was holding and then dropped my fork on the plate. “What do you want? Are you here to entertain yourself with what’s happening between my Dad and I?”
Genevieve wiped her lips with the table napkin before giving me an answer. “I won’t say it was entirely due to t
