I turned back to him, my heart racing with anticipation. My mother? What about her? What could he possibly have to say that would change everything? But before he could say another word, Brielle interrupted him.
"Don't bother, Dad," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "She doesn't deserve to know. Let her go, and let's just be done with her once and for all."
My father's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty there. But then, his expression hardened, and he nodded.
"You're right, Brielle. Let her go."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that my father was truly done with me. I wanted to know what he had to say about my mother but of what use was it to me anyways? I turned and walked away, the weight of his words and Brielle's triumph ha
