Chapter 18

Angel’s POV It was around midnight as I stepped into the house. As I flicked on the kitchen light, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of my dad seated at the table. Despite his evident exhaustion, there was a palpable eagerness in his eyes as he spoke, “Angel, I’m glad that you came back. Where have you been?” “Sitting in my car on the side of the road,” I mumbled, settling into the chair across from him. My body felt drained from the tears that had flowed relentlessly. “Are…are you feeling better now?” he hesitated to ask. I breathed out a heavy sigh, “No, but there’s nothing I can do but accept it, right?” It would have been nice to have known all this shit a few years earlier, or at least to have had a say in the decision to move here. However, I realized that embracing the inevitable was the only path forward. He nodded silently. “I have some questions then.” Again, he nodded. “I knew that you would. What would you like to know?” His nervous habit of rubbing the back of his he