Chapter 18

Krystal

I drove to Santa Monica the next day after I called Dad's PA and found out he was back in town. The PA, obviously clueless that my dad had all but disowned me, told me exactly where he was, the house. I broke the speed limit more than once and ended up in the driveway to her childhood home in thirty-five minutes.

Anger fueled my drive, fueled the way my hands shook and my voice when I confronted him in his office. He hadn't been expecting me and couldn't run away.

"You know, it's one thing when you disown me for a stupid mistake I made when you refuse to see me at all, because of what? You're ashamed of my behavior? Well, that's fine, but now you've kicked Mom out and left her penniless? What the fuck is wrong with you?"