111 | BLOOD MOON

My back stiffened. Any attempts at lounging went out the window the second my Dad entered the room. I curled my hands into fists, digging my nails into the soft, broken skin of my palms.

His face was shadowed. I ached to go to him, to bridge the gap between us. He’d placed a blanket on me as I’d slept mere weeks ago, and now he was staring at me as if I was a stranger. My breath latched in my throat as I tried to speak.

“What is your decision?” I asked. My voice did not sound like my own.

“This has not been easy for me, Callie. For us. You have made it incredibly difficult.”

I stood on shaking legs. There was a softness to him beneath the hard shell that forced his mouth into a downward tilt. It spilled out rarely, but it was there.

“I am sorry for what I have done,” I said. “But I do not regret it, nor do I wish to t