Simon sat at the table, his gaze fixed on you, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. He looked down at his hands, letting out yet another heavy sigh.

"So Ellie wasn’t just a friend, then?"

The disappointment in his voice cut through the air, sharp and heavy.

You knew this moment was coming. He had walked in on you and Ellie kissing in your bedroom—something you’d kept hidden for years, afraid of what he might say, how he might react. Your father had never been one to embrace anything that didn’t align with his beliefs.

You looked up, shrugging slightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Simon sighed again, shaking his head slowly, the weight of his disapproval heavy in the room.

"I can’t believe it. I just... I thought... I thought you were normal."

The words stung, sharper than you expected.

Suddenly, Claire’s voice rang out, breaking through the tension.

"Simon!" she scolded, her tone firm.

But Simon wasn’t done. His voice trembled with frustration.

"No! No. I am so disappointed in her right now."