(RORY’S POV) Dad had his back to me, flipping pancakes, as I walked into the kitchen. "Dad," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I was still fuming from last night, and then he had to go and do something so awful this morning.He turned around, carrying a plate of pancakes to the table. He was wearing a black apron that was too short for him. If I hadn't been in such a bad mood, I might have even chuckled."Good morning, Aurora," he said, his voice warm. But then his eyes swept over me from head to toe, and a spark of anger flickered in them. My confidence wavered, and I narrowed my gaze."Good morning, Dad," I mumbled, just loud enough to be heard."You should sit down and have your breakfast. I'm taking you to school in a couple of minutes," he informed me, turning back to the pan.I looked at the table already set. There was a large jug of fruit juice, a stack of pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup. The usual "Dad breakfast." Even when Mom was alive, this was what he'd make
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