Brielle's POV

I was standing on the doorstep of my father's house. I clinched my fist, dreading knocking on the door. With how our last conversation went, I didn't want to see him, but I needed him. I managed to get myself together. I went over to the door and raised my hand to ring the doorbell, but the door swung open. My father opened, and it was evidently clear that he didn't expect to see me either.

" Brielle, it's you?!" he exclaimed.

" What are you doing here?" he asked.

I ...