Celeste almost never threw a tantrum. She had lived her life being the good girl, at least the best she could be. Do what she could, what she thought was right. But now, she was fighting the urge to just throw everything out the window. Shake Sara until her teeth rattled as to what her father had to do with all of this. Someone she originally thought was so far removed from the issue that he was just a simple businessman. Unaware if the tangled mess and danger she got herself in.
But now wasn't sure anymore. Over the past view weeks since she visited her father, Celeste thought to herself that it was no longer possible for her to feel disappointed by him. He had done just that all her life and it had just started to become better. He had just started to emerge from the shadows of who he was in her heart. This simply just meant she didn't know how dark the shadow should have been.
