Chapter 22 The First Act of War

Mia I woke up the next day to see dad in my bedroom. I stretched and scrubbed the sleep off my face when I saw him, wondering if I was dreaming. He shouldn't be here. "Good morning, dad." I greeted. "I'm glad you think it's a good morning." He chuckled. I frowned, wondering what he meant. "I thought you have a meeting my six this morning, dad. This is six-thirty." "I did but I postponed to talk to my daughter. I'm sorry I came home late last night and didn't get to see you before went to bed." I melted. "You don't have to feel bad about that." He chuckled. "I didn't come because I felt bad. I'm here because I'm curious and think we need to talk." "Is there a problem?" I asked, going stiff with worry. "I should ask you that. Is there a reason you come home everyday from school in a bad mood?" I scowled. "Did Sean snitch on me?" I might be needing a different driver after all. "Sean?" He shook his head. "He didn't tell me anything. No one has to. I overheard the helps talking