Ruin Me Slowly, Daddy~~
They were engaged in a silent tug of war that looked ridiculous and serious at the same time.
“What is going on,” I asked, my voice cutting clean through the tension.
They both turned. Yssa spoke first.
“Daddy,” she said dramatically, pointing at Kate like she had committed a crime. “She wants to leave. She wants to go back home for Christmas. To an empty house. Her parents are not even back yet.” Her voice rose at the end, almost offended on Kate’s behalf.
Kate let go of the suitcase. Yssa nearly fell backward. I looked at Kate.