Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
Behind us, the heavy silence of the house seemed to swallow the remains of the dinner disaster.
Once we reached her bedroom, I shut the door, cutting off the rest of the world. Emily immediately collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows as the tears finally came in a silent, exhausting flood. I sat down on the edge of the mattress, gently rubbing her back, letting her cry out the twelve years of anger she had been forced to carry.
"I hate her," Emily choked out, her voice muffled by the fabric. "I hate that she came here and made me look like a child in front of you and Dad. Dad works so hard to keep us safe, and she just ruins everything."