All three mes flinched at Father's outburst. None of us wanted to witness his angry side. It was one thing to hear about his temper, but it was another to see it. Sixteen-year-old Scarlet waved away the holographic scene of what happened downstairs. It was not easy knowing that Father got upset with the one person he loved more than his mate. That was my fault. I caused that.
Never in my wildest dream would I have ever thought he could get upset with Caroline. Rumors circled about them. How close they were. They loved each other enough to stay friends after they mated different people. As a child, I saw them as siblings with the way they acted. Caroline was always at the house whether Father was home or not.
I shook my hand in my hair. I didn't understand why Little me showed me this memory. It was not something I wanted to see. The past was not my favorite place to visit.
