Chapter 18

Weeks rolled by; Michael visited Emily frequently. He hung out with her a couple of times, but he ended up having a mood swing and leaving with a lame excuse.

Richard had moved in fully with them, but Emily had refused all his efforts to make a conversation with her.

She was in her room. She kept jumping on her bed, trying to pop out wings and fly. She didn't know whether to expect fiery wings or coal-black wings.

Her father opened her door halfway and peeped into the room. She fell on her bed and quickly composed herself.

"What were you doing?" Richard asked, stepping into the room.

"Why didn't you knock?" She answered his question with a question that wasn't in any way related to his question. She was being unreasonable.

He sat on her bed and let out a sigh. "I know you're mad at me. I'd be too if I were you. "

"I'm not mad at you." She stood up from the bed and strode to her window.

"You've always been avoiding discussions with me." Richard stood up. I know you have a lot of ques