I stood frozen, the exhaustion heavy in my marrow. My throat tightened. I dug my raw fingers into the strap of my bag, feeling the stiff edge of the envelope I had carried with me all day. I took a deep, shaky breath and pulled it out. It was a single, gold-embossed envelope containing a VIP guest pass.
“Dad,” I started, my voice barely above a rasp. “My graduation ceremony is this Friday. Because of the security protocols this year, I only get one guest ticket. I was really hoping you would come—”
Before the sentence could fully leave my mouth, Thomas was out of his chair. He crossed the room in three long strides, his face twisted in a mask of aggressive irritation. He snatched the thick envelope right out of my trembling fingers.
He didn’t open it. He didn’t look at the university seal. He just turned and held it out to Haley, who had paused her live stream to watch the exchange with a smug, knowing little smile.
