“Get out of bed,” Grady grabbed his daughter’s exposed foot and yanked it. “You’re coming into the office with me today.”
“Dad,” Lark whined into her pillow.
“No. You’ve been home five days and you’ve barely left this room since Sunday. You’ve ignored all of Ollie’s calls to apologize and refused to let her into this room. You’ve been sulking. It’s Wednesday Lark. Your mother and I didn’t raise you to let your troubles bog you down like this. Get your ass up and let’s go.”
“Dad, I don’t want to.”
“I don’t recall asking what you wanted Lark Hoffman. Get up, get showered and get dressed. If you are not in my car and ready to go in thirty minutes, I’m coming back in here and I’m bringing your grandmother in.”
“f**k,” she swore angrily. “I’m not fifteen anymore Dad. I’m nearly thirty year
