Chapter 108: Perfect for you.

Hannah sat on the bottom stairs, watching the shadows sway back and forth through the frosted glass.

What were they saying?

She couldn't make out anything. Not one little word. Which was shocking. She'd been ready for her dad to yell, scream, maybe even shoot Mason. Instead, it sounded as though they were having a civil discussion. About what? And why couldn't she be involved? Of course they'd talk about her. Her trip. All her wrong decisions.

God, she wanted to strangle her father. For this and everything else. He could be so damn difficult.

The thinner shadow shrank.

Her dad was leaving?

That was it?

Mason opened the front door and stepped over the threshold. His short hair stuck up every which way and he had a bit of a shell-shocked expression on his face.

"What? What happened?" She sat up straighter. "Did he fire you?"

"No."

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.