NADINE'S P.O.V
My father was seated in one of the common areas. He was wearing a large jacket with an insignia on it that I couldn't make out, his hands were folded in his lap and he had a frown on his face. He sat with his spine straight and turned down his nose at everyone who walked by.
It was true that some things never changed.
I exhaled deeply, calming myself before making my way over to him. When he saw me I expected a smile or something to show that he was happy about my presence but instead, he frowned, his expression bordering on annoyed.
"You're late," he drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You should have been here five minutes ago."
"You're lucky that I'm here at all," I shot back as I lowered myself into the seat opposite him. "Thank you, Joshua. I can take it from here."
"No, I need him here because I need someone to speak some sense into you."
