Guilt.
I think that's what it is but I'm not sure.
Maybe I just feel bad.
After all guilt follows regret and I don't regret Ace, I do regret not telling my dad and then having him find out that way.
At the moment though, that isn't really a priority for me. My mind is focused on the fact that the man who's been in my life for years might be a psychopath.
I should've known.
Going out the bedroom, I headed down to the kitchen and made breakfast for us all. Dad got a healthy oatmeal with fruits.
Taking the plates to the living room, I stopped and stared over at Ace helping dad down the stairs. Quite the picture seeing as Ace was making out with his daughter under his roof last night.
You could tell dad wanted to be angry but he's too polite for that.
Ace stepped back as they reached
