INGRID
The house was eerily quiet and not even in a calm way, it made me too anxious of my movements like the whole house would collapse if I moved around.
I stood near the entrance, looking around while my father spoke to his friend. They had been talking for the last fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder whether either of them remembered that I was actually there.
Note: being delivered to another man’s house was a family affair.
“She’s been giving me trouble for years,” my father said, shaking his head. “I honestly don’t know what else to do with her.”
I turned towards him.
“You’re making it sound like I’m a criminal.”
His friend looked at me briefly before returning his attention to my father. “Is she not?”
I gasped.
“Daddy, did you hear that?”
“I heard him.”
“And you’re just going to let him insult me?”
My father gave me a look. “Would you prefer I tell him about the incident at the hotel last month?”
I closed my mouth.
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