Rowena's Pov.
"You don’t have any right to be anything in my life,” I said, standing up slowly, voice shaking. “Do you even know how Mum died? No. You never wanted to know.”
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me.
“You never tried to find out who killed her. You just moved on like it meant nothing. You didn’t care. So don’t stand there and call me selfish—you’re the selfish one.”
“You don’t get to tell me how to love your mother,” he snapped, stepping closer, voice rough. “You don’t get to judge how I mourned her. You think you know pain? You don’t know half of it.”
“And let me tell you something else,” he continued, jabbing a finger at me. “I didn’t send you to this school so you could play detective. I sent you here to learn. To behave. Not to dig up the past.”
I felt my ches
