“Dad?” I hurry over, hovering anxiously. “Are you okay?” “Goddamnit,” he says, wiping at his eyes impatiently. “Goddamnit, Penelope.” I shrink away. My heart sinks to my belly. “This isn’t like before. I promise.” He shakes his head. “After all this time, bug? You’re still keeping things from me?” “I didn’t—” “You still think I wouldn’t support you?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, shuddering in another breath. “Did you really think I wouldn’t support this?”
