Nicole Harper
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By the time I arrived, my mood hadn’t improved.
If anything, it had settled into something dull and persistent, like a headache that refused to go away. My father’s voice still lingered in my head, irritating and unwelcome.
I hated that he was still able to affect me after seven years of no contact. I hated how weak I was.
I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and wheeled it toward the house.
When I stopped in front of the door, I raised my hand to push the door open, but paused. I was no longer a resident of the house. It hadn’t been two months since I moved out but I was technically a visitor now.
Not wanting to intrude, I pressed the doorbell instead.
The door opened seconds later, like my mother had been waiting for me. After Tristan dropped by my apartment las
