Anne's hand flew to her cheek, a mixture of surprise and pain crossing her features. The rawness of the moment was palpable, the tension that had simmered between them erupting in a single, striking gesture.
"Dad!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of disbelief and concern.
Anne shut her eyes, her fingers gently massaging her stinging cheek. The physical pain seemed to pale in comparison to the turmoil within her. Her thoughts raced, a mixture of anger and determination intertwining as she contemplated the repercussions of the slap. 'I need to calm down,' she told herself, 'This slap, this insult—I won't forget. I'll have my revenge, Robert. I promise, I'll find a way to kick your daughter out of your life.'
