Demanding answers
I didn’t let him deflect the conversation, demanding answers. ‘No more excuses, Dad. I deserve to know the truth,’ I said firmly.
My father looked down, unable to meet my eyes. Jessica smirked, clearly enjoying my frustration. I could feel the tension thickening in the room.
‘Why did you always choose her over me? Why did you miss my wedding?’ I pressed. My questions hung in the air, leaving my father visibly uncomfortable.
I wasn’t going to back down this time.