The evening breeze blew past as I let out a bitter laugh.

Life isn't like fairy tales with Cinderella and her prince - we're all just ordinary people trying to get by.

Thinking about Dad's words, I gathered my courage and dialed David's number.

It took him almost ten seconds to answer, his voice tense: "Selina, what is it?"

Before I could speak, David caught his harsh tone and switched back to his usual gentle manner: "I'm working late, dealing ...