Damien Shaw

She recoils at my words, hurt flashing in her eyes. But I can't stop. Every unresolved emotion I've been bottling up, about my father, about Imogene's secrecy, about Keith about every single thing comes crashing down like a tidal wave.

"You don't get to decide this for me," I continue. "This is my life, my father. You don't get to make decisions about something that hurt me for years without telling me."

"I wasn't trying to make decisions for you," she says, her voice shaky. "I just wanted to help. I thought maybe if you two could talk..."

"I don't want to talk to him!" I yell, cutting...