My finger hesitated over the call button next to my father's phone. Usually, I would FaceTime him, but today I'd have to play it off and just make it a normal call.

I couldn't allow my father to see me like this. He would flip his shit.

“Nina?" my dad said in a curious tone. “Why aren't you video chatting with me?"

Of course, he would start off like that.

“Oh, because I just got out of the shower. That's why I missed your call. I'm a bit sore from my run." It was a lie, but he did know ...