Chapter 25: Don’t be so shy, MiaMIAThe whole house was a mess, broken bottles of beer, empty cans, and cigarettes littered the living room. Cushions were tossed across the floor, a vase lay shattered near the coffee table, and the distinct smell of whiskey hung in the air.What the hell happened when I was gone?“Dad?” I called, my voice echoing through the house. No answer. I climbed the stairs, taking two at a time, and pushed open his bedroom door without knocking. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. “Dad,” I said, softer this time. “What happened?” He looked up, his face weary. “Your uncle.” Of course. Who else? My heart sank, but my blood boiled. “What did he do now?” “He threw a party,” Dad replied, his voice flat. “According to him, he was bored.” I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “When is he leaving, Dad? This is getting out of hand.” Dad sighed and rubbed his temples. “I’ve given him two days. Two days to say what he wan
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