Heated confrontation
The confrontation grew heated, and my father remained silent, a stoic figure caught in the middle. ‘You’ve always been his favorite,’ I shouted at Jessica, unable to contain my frustration any longer.
‘And you’ve taken advantage of it at every turn.’ Jessica’s face twisted with anger, but she didn’t deny it.
My father’s silence was deafening, a painful confirmation of everything I had feared. Lucas stepped closer, his presence shielding me from the brunt of Jessica’s fury.
This was far from over.