We walked into my family home, one where I had always loved being in until I had left for college. Then returning here was more of a chore than a pleasantry. And today was even worse. I felt like I was being walked to my death. The dark glares from my father were enough to fill me with dread. He was not being discreet in his displeasure in the situation we were currently in. While that irritated me because it was rude toward Presley, it also filled me with fear because when irritated my father could be unpredictable...
Thankfully, I did not think Presley had been given much of an opoprtunity to notice. She had been swept up by my mother at the first chance, and already, my Mum had hooked her arm through Presley’s guiding her through the doorway. She was bombarding her with questions whil
