C9 Faced With The Truth

Cily

Maybe it was a dream.

It's what I wanted to believe as I stood outside my dad's office. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear very clearly what was being discussed. My hand hovered over the door, as I debated whether to knock or leave him alone, since he was in a meeting.

I could hear voices inside.

Probably no fault of his, since my father loved privacy