“You Don’t Know Who My Father Is”

David rolled his eyes and leaned casually against the counter.

“This is David Miller, Anna’s husband. Your daughter is being dramatic and—”

Before he could finish, I forced myself to speak through the pain.

“Dad… it’s Anna.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything in the room.

Then my father’s voice changed completely.

“Anna. Are you safe?”

David smirked and muttered under his breath, “What is this, some retired mechanic trying to sound tough?”