~Celine~
Anytime Charles sent me a message to inform me about my father’s absence from his private office, I’d go ahead and pack a few clothes in my closet and keep them in a bag right there.
I didn’t mind if I only had to pack two clothes in two days. I was planning for the big day when I’d eventually sneak out of this house.
I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Kendrick lay next to me on the bed, playing with my fingers.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through my father’s head as he watched us do absolutely nothing.
While still lying down, there was a knock on my door. I titled my head and looked at the door, waiting for whosoever was there to speak up.
“Celine, it’s me.” I heard Charles speak and I hastily sprang to my feet. I rushed to the door, opened it, and looked at his face as he walked in.