Prompt 72: Issues

Bridgette gently rapped on the door, loud enough to make a noise, but quiet enough to betray her hidden hopes that no one would actually answer. She quickly counted to five in her head, turned on her heel and was about to start rushing for the car, when the sound of latches and tumblers made her stop. The door opened behind her, “Bri?”. His voice was frail and though she hadn’t heard it in years, there was no denying who it belonged to. Bridgette turned back to face the man that ruined her life. “Hi Dad.”

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