Jessica’s interference
I could hear Jessica in the background, telling him what to say. Her voice was a sharp reminder of how ingrained she was in every aspect of his decisions.
‘Tell her you’re sorry, but it couldn’t be helped,’ she whispered, but it was loud enough for me to catch every word.
My father hesitated, clearly torn between his own guilt and her manipulations. My frustration started to boil over, making it difficult to keep my emotions in check.