Chapter 75

Summer POV

“You’ve had a problem with my wife since you met her, admit it,” Dad grumbled.

“Yes, I admit it. I hate the fact that you made me sleep in the basement when there was a perfectly good room upstairs without rats!”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Dad said, shoving the front door open.

“Oh, honey, you’re back early,” Marcella said.

“Were you doing something?” I accused.

She rolled her eyes. “And you brought this one.”

“Summer’s not staying long,” Dad said. I swear I saw sweat on his brow. It wasn’t hot in the house by any chance.

“Of course, she still has to clean out her room. I want to convert the basement into an in-house gym!” She clapped her hands.

I rolled my eyes dramatically and made sure it lasted long enough for her to see it.

“Yes, Summer should get her things,” Dad said.

He wasn’t sounding like himself again. I should have come with backup but I was here now and I couldn’t back out.

“Wh