Joan's POV

" Why are you attacking me now? You have been acting like this ever since Hannah went missing…are you going to keep acting like dad now?" I asked her so many questions at the same time, that it appeared to her, as if I was arguing with her.

"Oh shut your mouth!" She scolded me, at once.

"Hmm" I winced in pain, when I noticed my bone had shifted a little in my ankle.

I managed to limp to the couch, twisting and massaging my ankle, while she gave me a disgusting look.

I couldn't care less about what was in her mind, here I was in pain...