Claire's POV
"Dad!" I exclaimed as shock rippled through me. I hadn't seen my father in years, and I certainly hadn't expected him to show up at my door, here of all places.
Seeing the man in front of me, all the images from the past started to run through my mind.
Why do I feel that every single person in this country hurts me? I thought.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to ask, though I already knew the answer. My father had never been one to check in or care about my well-being. That wasn't his style. It wasn't out of concern if he was standing here now after all this time. He wanted something—he always did.
He glanced past me as if the apartment wasn't worth his time. "Aren't you going to let me in?" His tone was as cold as ever, demanding but laced with judgment like my very existence was a disappointment to him.
As always! He despised me!
