servers.”
That room got very quiet.
My father glanced once toward me.
There it was.
Blame arriving before the fall even started.
“You did this.”
I held his gaze. “No. You did.”
He took one step toward me, then stopped when every set of eyes in the room snapped tighter. Even now he knew appearances mattered.
So he smiled.
That was the ugliest part.
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