A gift for me? (163)

“You don’t know anything!” I snapped at him and snatched the letter from his hands. I bit hard on my bottom lip and glared at both of them. “You have no freaking clue!” I added.

“Danielle, we just want to help,” Elliot began softly. “Is what the letter says, true?” He asked and made eye contact with me.

“We?” I spoke in a condensing tone. “You are the woman who ruined my life?” I spat in her direction and I felt her tense, “Really dad?” I questioned with a disappointed stare,

“Charlotte cares about you —“

“Only when it is convenient for her, and right now she needs my help, so she is here, once she doesn’t, she will leave. That is the real Charlotte, and I hope you can see her one day,” I gritted out and clenched my fist.

“I am not the enemy.” She whispered with reddened eyes. I felt enraged for no apparent reason, maybe because I had seen this drama before, maybe because this setting felt so familiar and the only difference was the fact that it was Charlotte and not Alice, and my fa