Chapter 194: A Unhappy Lake
Lake's POV
I did not speak to my dad at breakfast because I was still mad at him and I wanted him to be aware of that.
This was a decision I had made before I even got out of bed. I lay there in the dark of my room—the dark that wasn't fully dark because my nightlight was still on, the star one that my Aunt Lily had gotten me for my birthday, the one that put little dots on the ceiling—and I looked at the ceiling and thought about everything my dad had told me the night before.
Cameron.
Not Dante. Cameron.
I pulled my blanket up to my chin and stared at the ceiling stars and thought that this was one of the most unfair things that had ever happened in my life, and I had a list of unfair things, so I knew what I was comparing it to.
My dad came to my door
