But seeing my father, a man with such decency and honor, forced to kneel on my floor while they treated him like a dirty piece of furniture made my breath catch in my throat. The suitcase slipped from my hand and landed on the carpet with a heavy thud that echoed through the house.
All three of them turned toward the doorway at exactly the same time.
Heather actually choked on the grape in her mouth, while Susan sprang up from the sofa with her eyes stretched wide in panic.
“Chloe?” my mother-in-law stammered, clutching her gold necklace. “Are you back already? But Kyle told us that you were going to be gone for at least another month.”
I did not waste a single word on her. Instead, I walked straight toward my father, my gaze locked on the man who had raised me with gentleness and dignity.
“Dad, please, get up right now.”
