Morgan's POV:

"Morgan?" Dad called after me. I pretended not to hear him, making my way up the stairs to my room. "Darling please, say something."

Say what? What does he want me to say?

I walked up the stairs and got to my room. He followed behind me, keeping a safe distance between us as if he was afraid of what I would do. Well actually, it was nothing.

I felt numb. I couldn't think about anything but getting to my room and crashing in bed.

I locked the door to my room, made a beeline for my bathroom and took a cold shower.

He's joking, right? And that...