"Dora dear, take care of yourself! Especially the baby!" He said even as Dora nodded holding Dante close as they both left.
Dora not even bothering to look back at them, pissed off. Her fingers curled slightly where they rested against Dante's arm, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface as they walked away. She could still hear her father's voice in her head, still picture the smile he wore far too easily.
She had sent a message to her father and informed him about the money and when he would get it something he had made clear he wasn't happy about. He had complained, argued, tried to bargain as if he were owed more. As if the amount Dante had agreed to wasn't already far more than he deserved.
