(Selene)
I had just turned to leave when I heard his voice. It was deep, serious, and full of authority like it always was.
"Selene, wait."
I stopped but didn’t turn around right away. Dad. The man I never seemed to measure up to. The man who never seemed to approve of anything I did.
I slowly turned to face him. He was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his eyes as intense as ever. I knew that look. The one who said he was about to tell me exactly how I was doing everything wrong.
“I want to talk to you,” he said, his voice softer now.
I nodded and stepped back toward him, crossing my arms in the same way, trying to keep my posture strong. It didn’t matter how much I tried, though; I always felt small under his gaze. Always felt like I had something to prove.
“What is it, Dad?
