After sneaking out in the middle of the night, you were careful to be as quiet as possible.

But as you entered back into the hotel, your father's voice pierced the stillness.

"Charlie?" he called, his tone stern.

You freeze in your tracks, fearing that he's caught you. He's sitting on the chair, his arms resting on the armrest, his gaze fixed on you.

"Now, sweetheart, I'm not one to tell you where you can and can't go, but it seems like you snuck out.“