I watch him walk toward the door, and then he suddenly says, "Give me my coat back."

For a moment, I frown, thinking he's talking to me. And then I see Cynthia take off the long coat, and my eyes twitch when I see the clothes she's wearing. They look like something a prostitute standing on a street corner would wear. A tiny halter top and a skirt so small half her ass is on display. Suddenly, her discomfort makes sense.

I turn my attention toward my father, who just smirks.

Bastard.

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