Rose POV

There were four hours left until the party, and I found myself in the place that I had sworn I would never be again: across the table from my father, who wore an orange jumpsuit with his inmate number across the breast pocket. I had no idea what possessed me to come here after I knew full well that no benefit ever came from him. Perhaps it was that primal need inside me for parental approval, a part of me that just wished that there was some part of him ...