That look only made him seem more fake. All these years, he'd worn this act, fooling me, probably fooling my parents too.

My vision got blurry as tears welled up, while I desperately tried to keep it together.

I dug my nails into my palms, letting the pain cut through my anger. "What's the point of hating you now? Will it resurrect my parents? Will it fix the life you stole from me, all those years I spent trying to win your love?"

In that moment, every ...