2.41 Clearing Misunderstandings (3)

“I heard,” he started in a rough voice, then stopped to clear his throat, “I heard that you already know what it is I want to tell you.”

I scoffed lightly, staring at my hands folded in my lap. “Want to tell me? Or what you are forced to tell me now that the cat is out of the bag?”

“Chloe,” he said softly, the stress pressing in his voice. “That’s not it at all.”

“Then explain,” I lifted my chin, trying to maintain my pride. “You didn’t want a porn star as a daughter?"

"Chloe!"

"No, that can’t be it. You could have said something the day I showed up at Broom StiXXX. You’ve known since then, right?”

His stiff silence and the set in his jaw as he stared at me through his lashes, lashes and eyes that were so similar to mine was all the answer I needed.

“You knew,” I whispered, almost in disbelief. Some part of me was still holding out hope that he might not have known right away. That maybe he figured it out over the year we lived under the same roof. Maybe it wasn’t until my magi