Chapter 19

Clara's POV

Our front entrance and our little gate were both open.

When I first entered the house, everything was in disarray: documents were scattered across the floor, the table was turned upside down, and the couch had been pushed to one side.

"Mom," I exclaimed.

I went where the noises in the kitchen led.

With a panicked voice, Mom said, "Clara, step back."

Katy was standing behind her, tears welling up in her eyes.

I spotted Dad at that point, looking around the kitchen wildly. His entire body shook, and he exuded restlessness and agitation. I saw the beads of sweat on his brow.

This was terrible; he was going through withdrawals once more. This indicated that he was in a desperate situation and would stop at nothing to obtain money so that he could purchase booze.

The drawers of every cupboard were ajar.

"Dad, what is going on here?" I said something.

He halted his movement to look at me.

"Don't try to father me; I'm not your dad. Your mother is a whore who has no idea who y