I crumpled to my knees, the folder pressed to my chest, one hand clapped over my mouth. What your father built here…we’re a family. The truth of it hit me like a semi-truck. It had always been Dad, Auntie, and me—they’d been the only family I’d had. But Dad had built a whole other family in secret, behind my back. Without me. All his business trips and travel took on new form in my memories. Dad hadn’t been committed to his job; he’d been committed to his other life. The family he preferred over me.
What an ass .... not sure if I mean the Vamp or the Dad.
She's also overracting a tad -- but yeah -- WtF Dad? I'm still stuck at him taking her roommates & not her too.
Yes yes ... dead Mom etc. But still. Asshat.
