I decided to drive around Utah, needing to clear my head after the intense confrontation with Pa. Eventually, I drove to the lake view and parked by the rails of the pier. We got out and walked to the edge, where the serene beauty of the sky and the calm of the water offered a stark contrast to the turbulence of the evening.
As we stood there, taking in the tranquil view, Brenda moved behind me. Her hands gently wrapped around me, and I felt a wave of comfort as she held me close. I leaned back against her, the soft scent of her perfume enveloping me and providing a soothing balm to the turmoil I felt inside.
Brenda spoke softly, her voice a comforting whisper. "I'm sorry you had to be so hard on your father," she said, her tone filled with empathy.
I sighed, feeling the weight of the day lift slightly with her words. "I just couldn't let him dictate my life anymore," I replied, my voice tinged with exhaustion.
