JPOV
I heard someone gasp, and I turned my head to see what was going on. The sight that met my eyes made my heart clench, and I froze in my seat.
Momma stood not two feet away from us, to our right and slightly behind our seats, with a hand clasped to her mouth, her eyes full of shock and sadness.
My gaze reluctantly went to the person right behind her. Dad. He stood – rigid – his hand on Momma’s shoulder, his jaw set and his eyes… I’d never seen him look like that before. The look in his eyes, the pure, unadulterated disgust…hatred? Not even the men who – not hours before – had tried to ‘teach me a lesson’ for being who I was had looked at me like that.
I was frozen in my seat and only vaguely aware of the people around me. I could feel Edward turn around to see what was going on, but other than that, all my attention was on my father. Why are they here? Why now? Oh, God…