When Mia returned home, she parked her car inside the garage, ignored the many bags of trash, the insulting graffiti, and bags of shit that were aimed at their front doors, and rushed inside the house.
"Dad!" She sighed in relief when she saw Toby sitting on the couch; he was wearing a painful expression and from how inhumanly his right foot was twisted, she knew why.
"Mia," Toby looked up and reached out to hold her hand and questioned, "What did that bastard make you do?"
When Mia heard the concern of her father, her eyes swelled with tears and her heart started to brim with warmth. But she refused to say anything and sat down on the couch next to him. The things that she had to do and face had nothing to do with her father; she was the one who chose to do it and Mia was willing to face the consequences herself.
