chapter 37

Although Sage had heard these words and others like them a million times in her life, they still hurt. The look on her face told me everything that I needed to know.

"Dad, isn't it a little early for you to be drinking?" I asked.

"Well, look who it is. It is Miss Stuck Up, living in a fancy apartment, thinking she is too good for her family," Dad snarled, his words slurred.

Then, he looked around. "Where the hell is my grandson? Is he too busy to come over here, too, now that he has a rich daddy to take care of him and buy him anything he wants?" he hissed, his eyes red and bloodshot.

"You know I don't want him near you when you drink. I don't want my son to be around someone who is mean and acts like this," I replied calmly. Over the years, I learned that meeting my dad's anger with my own only worsened the situation.

"He just thinks that he's too good to be around me, too," Dad growled as he took another deep drink.

"No, he is excited to have time with Michael. But even if Michael w