"Why do you smell like booze, Kimberly?" My father's voice cut through the silence like a knife.
His eyes were piercing, filled with anger and disappointment. I quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze and saying nothing.
"Answer me, Kimberly!" he shouted, his voice booming with frustration.
"I just had a little drink to clear my head. It's not a big deal, dad," I said, gently pulling his hand off my wrist.
"Not a big deal? What I see is far from nothing! Did you do something reckless last night? Tell me you didn't!" His voice trembled as he covered his mouth in shock, looking me up and down.
"I didn't do anything, dad…" I lied, guilt weighing heavily on my chest.
I couldn't tell him the truth about last night with a stranger. It would only cause more conflict between us, and I couldn't handle that now.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, searching my eyes for honesty.
"Yes, Dad," I replied, forcing the words out.
