Michael's POV
I stalked across the room like a caged animal, fury and anguish warring inside my chest until I could barely breathe. My hands formed fists at my sides as I fixed my gaze on the dark window, searching for something solid in this nightmare that had become my reality.
The door clicked open behind me.
Reagan entered, closing it with deliberate force.
"Dad," he said, irritation bleeding through every word, "what the hell was that back there? You stormed out of dinner the moment I mentioned letting Allyson stay. I need answers. What's your problem with her?"
"Not tonight, Reagan," I growled without turning around. "We'll discuss this another time."
But he wouldn't let it go.
"Why not tonight?" He moved closer, his voice rising. "Why can't we hash this out right now? What's your deal? What do you have against Allyson? You've disliked her from day one. There's something you're not telling me."
My throat constricted.
