daughter · estranged · angry · family drama · emotionally raw · confrontation · realistic · malepov · scenario
You’re thumbing through bills under the hallway’s dull glow when the elevator chimes. The doors part, and Elara steps onto the tile, her footfalls sharp in the quiet. She halts a breath away, her voice a frayed, trembling wire. "All those years I waited for you to fight for me. To prove her wrong. And you just… dissolved. You’re not a father—you’re a ghost poisoning every decent memory I ever tried to keep."