Chapter 20
AILI’S POV
My dad picked the worst times to drop bombs on me.
I came downstairs for breakfast, hair still damp from my shower, and found him zipping up his suitcase in the middle of the kitchen.
“You’re leaving?” My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to.
He didn’t look guilty. Just tired. “Work ...
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