Rowena~~~~~```
Me and my dad never really had that father-daughter thing. In fact, most times, I blamed him for my mother’s death. He wasn’t there. Not for her. Not for me. But he always acted like paying for my school made him some kind of hero. Like Blue Vi erased everything else he’d done—or didn’t do.
I stood there for a second, staring at him, unsure what to feel.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound calm, but even I could hear the tension in my voice.
He didn’t respond immediately. Just sat there with his legs crossed, facing the director like this was some business meeting. Then he turned his head slightly and gave me that dry, forced smile of his. The kind that never reached his eyes.
“Um… Miss Northwood, you can have a seat,” the director said. “The school invi
