CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
ELLA’S POV
I tap my feet against the engineered wood floorboard, nervously biting my bottom lip as the phone on the other end of the line rings again to a deathly silence, the fourth time in a row. My heart is thumping wildly inside me, picking up more speed with each agonizingly long, unanswered ring. Dad is not picking up his phone and neither is he home. All that hope I’d felt yesterday, was it all in vain? There is this sick feeling twisting inside me.
Has my father fallen back into the same circle of self-sabotage, dragging me along with him? My mind is a haven of dreadful thoughts. In fifteen minutes, Adam will be here to pick me up for the party. I do not intend to drink at all. It’s the company of Adam I crave the most, especially now more than ever. I’m about
