Leilani.
Wine glasses continued to clink against each other, just as low murmurs and rich laughters floated in the air from time to time.
As everyone seemed to be busy listening to Caelum talk boastfully about how significantly their company has grown in the past year, my cold eyes remained fixated on the small family sitting at a far end of the room, watching me with eagle eyes, their expressions just as cold and dark as mine.
It was my family.
And I hate to admit but seeing them like this after so many years made me feel things I didn't know I was still capable of feeling— fear, anger… seclusion.
For several months, I'd gone into therapy, hoping to outgrow the fear planted in me by my father, and for a long time, I thought I'd finally let it go. Until now.
Until now that his deep blue eyes watched me like a prey, as if waiting for the perfect opportunity where I'd slip to feast on my fears.
I shuddered.
