The following morning, Abby was woken up by noises in the house. She sat upright, trying to adjust to the light in her room as she tried to figure out what was going on. She could hear Stephanie’s shrill voice shouting downstairs. She slid on her flip-flops and wrapped herself in the robe and rushed downstairs.
“You don’t love me, Dad. You didn't even care to ask me if I was okay with you allowing your fiancée to move in and she moved in with her daughter, who won’t stop barging into my affairs.
“Honey, I discussed it with you. Despite this, it has been almost five years since your mom left us. Why don’t you want me to move on? I have seen you hanging out with your friends. You have dated before. Why are you so selfish though?” Carl asked, a bit confused by his daughter’s allegations.
“
