My father headed straight to the bar.
His hand closed around my arm.
“I’ve stayed long enough,” I said. “You both had your chance to laugh at me.”He huffed and leaned closer. His eyes were glassy. “You still don’t know, do you?”
I pulled against his hand. “Know what?”
“What she did for you.”
My jaw tightened. “What do you mean?”
“You both had your chance to laugh at me.”He gave a hard, ugly laugh. “Chloe. You don’t know she did this to save you, you foolish boy.”
I tried to pull away. “You’re drunk, and I’ve indulged you for longer than I should’ve already.”
“You’re not going anywhere. You need to APOLOGIZE TO HER, because she married me FOR YOU. How can you not understand?”
Before I could say anything else, I heard footsteps behind us.
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