Chapter 119 Coffees And Confessions

• Cara's POV
• Sitting at the table in my father's quiet dining room; my only companion was the sound of my fork dancing on the plate as it picked at a barely eaten piece of toast. My mind was preoccupied—replaying the events of the previous night and my recent conversation with my father.
• The plan I had been so sure a few minutes ago would put an end to it all now seemed bleak. I kept weighing the pros and cons...