Chapter 85
- Alexis
- My father's face was a glowing mask of rage. He looked at me as if I was a disgusting piece of scat, a look that he wore so often.
- He was ashamed of me and harbored intense hatred towards D'Angelo for his actions against me. But I hated his direct transfer of aggression onto me. He acted as though I held power over a grown adult's emotions as if I could dictate how they should feel.