C104 I thought you were different

Dad parked the car beside the university. As soon as I looked outside, my heart started pounding—media reporters crowded the entrance, cameras flashing, microphones ready.

I swallowed hard. I knew they weren’t just here for Ezekiel. They wanted answers about my mom too.

Dad exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel. “See what you’ve done?” he muttered.

I pressed my lips together