Ten minutes later, as Jasper said, he walks in through the front door, my dad looking up at him. I watch as he sits at the bar with a woman. She smiles, stroking her hand along his arm, and jealousy swarms me. He’s flirting with her—even I can see he is—yet I can’t complain.
He’s doing what he always had. He’s ensuring my dad doesn’t suspect anything. I see the door open and freeze, my eyes widening. What the f**k? My dad follows my gaze and looks sickened.
I stare at Ivy if you can even call her it. Her hair is black, she has on thick black make-up and is wearing my f*****g clothes? Really? I watch my dad move quickly, dragging her over.
“What the hell are you doing, kiddo?” My dad looks at her, shocked. “This isn’t you, get your f*****g ass home and wash the s**t off and take off the
