Chapter Ninety-Five: Ghost

"Katherine, I won't say this again. That," he pauses, pointing at me without taking his eyes off her, "is my child. You lost all rights to this child when you decided to be a fucking criminal. My child will not end up like you. I will do everything in my power to make sure she doesn't. Even if it means disregarding her teenage hormonal feelings for a man, I considered my brother. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it." He growls, keeping his voice low and menacing.

Anthony tightens his grip around my fingers, squeezing until it becomes unbearable. I can feel his tension rising with every syllable my dad enunciates. My mom stands, her face contorted in fury, and for a moment I get a flashback of the night she left. It looked a lot like this.