Your Dad's Perfect
“Cleo, whatever power trip you’re on, it ends now. I told you before, this is done. Get out.”
Cleo’s face contorts with fury, but she holds her tongue, glaring at me as if I’m the one who doesn’t belong. “You’ll regret this, Zade. You always come back,” she snaps, her voice full of spite. But with one last glare, she turns and storms out of the room, leaving a cold silence in her wake.