Chapter 34 Thirty-four

• MELISSA’S POV
• I sat on the bed, tears silently rolling down my cheeks, my head bowed like a child caught breaking a precious vase. And just like a child, I was being scolded—but for something far worse than a clumsy mistake.
• My father was standing before me, and I could practically feel his anger radiating off him like heat from a furnace. He had always been disappointed in me, and, once again, I was proving him right.