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“I told you to reject her,” my father stated as he leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. “You wouldn’t be in this situation if you had just done as I said,”
“And I told you I couldn’t do that and now I’m falling in love with her,”
“That won’t do, Seff,”
“Marric!” my mother exclaimed in surprise.
“What? Look at the mess we have to now try and clean up,” my father said as he glared over at me. “She is trouble, always has been, and always will be,”
“What mess are you talking about?” my mother then asked, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I hadn’t told her about last night. However, my father had been up and about when I had gotten home.
“Despite our son coming home miserable…I had Wyatt at my door this morning,” my ears stung as I lowered my gaz
