Lila's Pov.
The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken things. My parents sat across from me, looking almost normal, but I knew better.
I looked at my mother, then my father. Their faces were set, like they were ready for a difficult talk. But they had no idea how difficult it was going to be for them.
"So," I started, my voice flat, "you're here because you need something from me." It wasn't a question. It was a fact. "Isn't that right?"
My mother shifted in her seat. My father cleared his throat. "Lila, this is important," he began.
I cut him off. My own anger, long buried, was starting to bubble up. "Important to you, maybe. You know, it's funny," I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on them, "the only time you ever come looking for me is when you need something. So tell me, w
