Elaris POV
Dad walked in slowly, one careful step after another, his hand on his chest, and his face scrunched tight with pain. The pain on his face grew tighter when he looked to Mom as she stood at the corner of the door.
His lips trembled, twitching as if to speak, but the guilt that consumed his face when he saw her dressed in a maid uniform robbed him of words.
The urge to run to him, throw myself into his arms, and scream at him that I was his daughter was overwhelming in me. But I couldn't move, not with Torren in the room, now watching closely, and not with so many faces around. My nails dug hard into the plastic chair, nearing it as I tried my best to fight the urge.
Dad bowed his head low to Torren and Darius before he sat down quietly on the plastic chair on the other side of the table. While Darius refused to acknowledge the bow, Torren grunted, growling out his rage.
