Morgan's POV;

Cammy. That woman. And my father.

This hurt. More than when my father accused me wrongly and disowned me. This hurt more than anything he's done to me so far. He stood by and watched. And he raised a hand against me.

Never had he ever done that.

"Morgan," Dante called behind me. I rushed out of the house and into the courtyard. His footsteps hurried behind me. "Morgan, please."

I didn't want to face him. At all.

"Morgan!" Sabrina screamed. She grabbed my arm and forcefully turned me to face her. She was out of breath, her hair stuck to her forehead. "I kept calling you!" ....