Much to my surprise, Dad didn't yell. He didn't even look angry. In fact, he looked kind of... defeated. It wasn't something I was used to seeing on my father's face. He always got what he wanted, and rarely showed emotion. I expected him to be angry and try to lock me up or something.
"Well, that's... interesting," Dad replied as he sat down on one of the chairs around the long coffee table. "I'm not surprised that you think it was us, but I assure you I had nothing to do with this. We never actually had any intentions of hurting that girl."
"What?" I asked, frowning. "Is that some kind of fu.cking joke?"
Dad sighed as he poured us each a drink. He slid one of the glasses across the table towards me. I never took my eyes off him.
"What the f***k is this? A peace offering? If you don't
