Millie had wrapped her arms around me by this time, not that I even comprehended this action. All I could do was hold my dads eyes, show him how much he had hurt me and disappointed me. The tears stinging by eyes spilled over and I felt them running down my cheeks. Rupert was just as shocked at this family reunion gone mad and began barking questions at my dad. But he had just as much words as me.

Millie began to pull me away, dragging me towards a more discreet section of the room we were in. When we had gotten sufficient amount of space between me and my father I broke down. The only thing to save me was Millie, so I clung to her as if my life depended on it. I wasn’t crying so much but the shock at coming face to face with my dad left me shaking and weak. She held me close, keeping me safe in her arms as if nothing could hurt me there. And I held her back, crushing my face into her shoulder, wishing this whole situation away. I couldn’t believe it, I knew I had a bad feeling about this place. It wasn’t just the creepy building, it was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. A feeling of dread which I had masked with uncertainty and nerves.

Somewhere deep down, in a place which thought could not enter and reason had no place, I knew, I knew my father would be in the building. Not on a conscious level, but subconsciously, instinct was warning me, convincing me that this was not a good place.

Trix, Trix baby look at me. Millie said quietly, pulling me back to hold my face in her hands.

I didn’t know what she saw but I just couldn’t hide the emotions from my expression. The look of complete shock mixed with pain and hurt at seeing my father; the man who abandoned my family, the man who walked out on a loving wife and a five year old son, the man who didn’t even contact me when this happened, the man I had grown up with and now did not even recognise.