A Daughter's Reckoning

Damon sat at the head of the dining table, the school report card in his hand, his face growing darker with each line he read. Willa stood across from him, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"Four F's," Damon said, his voice low and dangerous. "Four failing grades, Willa. And two D's. This is unacceptable."

Willa said nothing. She could feel Maya and Jonah watching from