118 Doubts and hints

DOMINIC'S POV

"Hello, father." Grace turned around ever so slowly and said. Her tone was taunt full. Her those two words sounded like a slap to everyone present in the room but yet none of us uttered any word. 

I looked at the person whom she was facing right now, who was standing by the door, looking at our sister with teary eyes. 

OUR FATHER! 

"What happened, father?" Grace asked with fake confusion. "Why aren't you talking to me? Are you ignoring me?" She asked as she took two small steps toward him. "Must be that. You are ignoring me, right? After all, it must have turned into habit, right? Ignoring me?" She asked in a smiling tone but her words were dripping bitterness.