Alya POV
When we got back inside the house, Dad immediately sought me.
As I was getting ready for dinner, there was a knock on my door.
“Dad. Come in,” I said when I saw him outside my door. “What’s up?”
It was a bit awkward to talk to Dad. I knew it shouldn’t be as I already understood what Gramma Fia told me earlier about stepping back. Dad only wanted me to take a breather after what I had been experiencing the past few days.
Dad went in then waited for me to close the door. He held my hand and pulled me gently for an embrace.
“I know you are mad at me, at us. Whatever it is, Alya, you know you can always talk to me and Mom, right?”
I sighed deeply.
“Yes, I know Dad. I’m sorry about the outburst earlier. It was that I felt I have no power. All of you are making me weak, like I
