Claudia POV
"…And so what?" Miles' reaction was far from what I expected. He showed no sign of distress, despite knowing that his daughter had been teetering on the edge of death last night. "It's just a girl. What's there to worry about?"
"Just a girl? What the fuck are you talking about?!" The more I talked to this man, the angrier I became. I never realized Miles could be so cold toward his own daughter—especially considering how loving he had always seemed when Aurora was around. "That's your daughter! Miles, you… you are—"
"Am I what?" Miles sighed. He stood up and faced me.
He was taller than me—though not as tall as Ray.
But he was still menacing, especially with his beer belly and the bottle in his hand.
It reminded me of the time my own father punished me after Clarissa accused me of stealing her toy. He had hit my arm with a beer bottle so hard that the mark stayed on my skin even now.
