My heart beat faster (not in the good way), in my ribcage, thumping out such an excessive amount of vibration that I thought it was just going to stutter to a stop, and I’d just drop dead.

My hand shook, and Kazuma clasped his around mine. I felt right on the verge of tears.

The door of the car opened, and a slim, feminine leg slipped out, a black stiletto adorning its heel. I felt like I had swallowed a rock. So, he had brought his new wife with him.

The woman got out of the car fully, shaking her blond curls free of the dark hat she was wearing. Her gray eyes sparkled cruelly as she spotted me.

Why is it that she hates me already? I’ve only met her twice!

Another slam, and another person emerged from the car. My mind reeled, and then it hit me that I had never sorted out my feelings about my father.

Did I hate him? No, not really. Was I angry at him? Somewhat.

Was I scared?

Oh, yes.