Rafael Moretti
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My father had sent me several texts throughout the day but the one he sent at 9:42pm was the only one that caught my attention.
[Dad: Come home now. Or I go straight to the girl]
I wasn’t even done reading that one before he sent the next one.
[Dad (2): She just drove to her parents’ house, didn’t she?]
I sat up immediately, my blood running cold. It had only been a few hours since Serena texted the group chat to inform us that she was going back home for a while. She needed the time away and I told her I was going to help her inform Rebecca about it.
My f*****g father was keeping his eye on her.
He most likely knew what car she drove and how long the drive took her.
He probably had someone on her since the gala.
That was my f**k up.
I picked up my keys and e
