It did not even reach me.
“Noelle,” I said gently.
“You can’t disown someone who has already freed herself.”
Chapter 15 — The Door
An hour later, there was a heavy knocking at my suite door.
I set down my glass, crossed the room, and opened it.
My father and mother stood in the carpeted hallway.
His eyes were bloodshot, his polo wrinkled; she looked ten years older than she had at the port, her hair unstyled, her eyes red.
“Are you satisfied?” he said, his voice gone raspy.
“Are you happy, watching your mother suffer like this?”